Ruby watched as something fell over Graham's face then, and recalled that for all she remembered that night with a touch of fondness, mostly because it had been a quiet evening for the most part and she'd gotten to watch him from a distance, it would've been almost directly before the events that would lead to his death. This Graham had apparently come from soon after, and she thought that perhaps reminding him of it had made him think of his time with Emma, and how he apparently missed he and whatever else he and the other woman had gotten up to that night before he dropped suddenly and unexpectedly dead.

"A few weeks," she said, then smiled brightly at him, wanting to leave the awkwardness behind them as she leaned in and gently tapped the tip of his nose with a fingertip. "And let me just say, I've always loved a man with good aim. Now, the coffee. Do you want anything else to go with that?"