A few moments after the machines arrived in the break room their sponsor entered, she would not allow her bodyguards to follow her in, feeling safe around her crew. If they could not protect her from would-be assassins no one could, she entered her nose wrinkling at the smell of burnt coffee, no doubt another one of Elizabeth’s attempts to be human.<br/><br/>Just as she stepped through the threshold she heard the machine’s question to Richard, laughing softly to herself, she nodded to each of them as she went directly to the coffee pot, playfully she asked Liz, “how many times have I asked you to let me make the coffee?” It was a running joke with the two of them, Liz had made Vivian coffee on many occasions, not once did it taste good.<br/><br/>She poured the dregs from the pot, spending the next ten minutes cleaning the thick layer of sludge from the bottom. “Would you like me to show you how to make the perfect pot of coffee, my dear?” she asked.