[Max sits down too, wondering where she could get some tea-

Oh look. There's a cup right there. Whether it was left by Elizabeth or conjured up by the Mansion seems like a moot point, so Max reaches out to take a sip herself. It burns a little on the way down.]

No, it was- We could totally play the blame game all day... but I was the one with my doors closed. So I'm sorry. [She gives a small, sheepish smile.] It was anti-social to the max.