Alex still looks like she needs a nap, despite her claiming her bed-like throne. She feels like she's slept most of the day away, but it seems like she's probably got over a year of sleep debt to work her way through, and even being a goddess probably wasn't going to fix that overnight. So, she wandered in her red coat, her hands in her pockets around her device which is like a recorder but also so much is not.

She stops and smells the air almost like a hunting dog when she sees a woman with a cup in her hand. Moving quickly and purposefully towards her, Alex has decided she knows what she should ask for from her priests, and damn what it means for the throne that she's claimed. It's not her fault that her blood has been basically been replaced by caffeine since before college.

Her voice is warm and radio-ready with some of its canadian accent still there. "Oh my god, is that coffee?"