[ John doesn't neglect to notice that she's gone about preparing two drinks. With all the time he spent around the coffee shops in Gotham, it only made sense he'd get into the rhythm of things. He gestures vaguely at the coffee machines. ]

Uhm, whatever you've got goin' there's fine.

[ Odds are pretty good she already knows what he likes. ]

What d'you mean, "died officially twice?" [ Blake's eyebrows knit together and he watches her work as curiosity gnaws gently at him. He has so many questions, but he can't ask them all at once — not if he wants to sleep tonight. ] There such a thing as dyin' unofficially?