[Haven't tried? Stephen's expression twists into something skeptical, a little sharper since the hours have dulled his ability to be conscientious of... everything.]

Never tried? Then are you just here to shuffle around coffee or something?

[Though as soon as the words leave his mouth, he regrets them. Knows that they sound too much like the old him that reemerges frustratingly when under duress or, apparently, lacking rest and working particularly long hours. Snappish, sarcastic, impatient. Stephen closes his eyes, shaking his head as though to say "sorry, let me try that again", and waves the whole notion away.]

Sorry. Tired. Thought I'd be used to this by now, but there are only so many codexes a guy can look at before he goes cross-eyed.