[Brief as the shake is, Sam beams. Elsa's curtsy may've stirred up some concern in reminding her 'standard etiquette' is up in the air---and at Everest's elevation---but it seems like she should be able to get by, banking on intention.]

Man, I'd be inviting you over for a cup if I weren't in the process of picking a semi-permanent place. Consider it pending; as soon as I've got a tea set, and a place to put it. Three PM's the traditional time, right?

[Sam's smile slips a little at the question and she shrugs, offering Elsa a non-committal noise.]

Not really. That Dirge bot is some kind of sketch, but I think I know what I need to to handle him.