[Hornet hums, idly running her finger across the rim of the mug.]

"I suppose my own taste is not universal. Not to mention, there is clearly more to it, given the variety of things behind your counter."

[It's definitely not curiosity that makes her eye up the espresso machine. She simply tires of looking at Ren's weird fleshy face, she most certainly has no interest in what that device might be.]