She eyed her various ingredients and cups, shrouding a nearby cup in her magic and levitating it over to her. Her nerves were on end, as Anon loomed over her, watching her work carefully. She began the standard process of creating a latte, starting off with brewing about two shots of espresso from her espresso machine, and gingerly mixing it into the small cup. She threw in a few extra ingredients, but still hesitated on her main factor in the brew. Glancing up at Anon, she furrowed her brow, throwing him a forced, yet effective, unamused look.