For whatever reason she felt, almost comfortable answer a question from Marcus.  If he weren't sitting in her living room, if he was just a faceless person on the other side of her computer monitor she wouldn't bat an eye at it.  She chewed the inside of her cheek more thoroughly.<br/><br/>"He was evil.  Could he have...hurt me?" She asked in a timid voice.  Or maybe she had only asked it in her head because he was asking about the flavor of coffee.<br/><br/>"Oh, it's uh,  Seattle's Best bold brew.  I put a little fresh hazelnut in it when I put the grounds in the pot."  She shrugged.  "Something my aunt showed me.  Why spend money on expensive coffees, creamers or syrups when you can just grind some hazelnut right into the pot?"  Julie looked back up at him, "You can ask the question and then I will decide whether or not to answer."