Darcy was startled out of a rather entertaining daydream by Leita's request. She spent a moment mourning the mental image of Henry Cavill, sans shirt, flexing and talking about Krypton or wherever the hell Superman came from, she didn't care because goddamn look at those eyes. Sighing, she turned to look at Leita as if he was insane.

Hadn't she just recently told him all about how stupid she was at anything science?

"I need more coffee first," she said before stamping away, absently turning on two computer terminals on her way to the kitchen area. She'd assumed he would be mesmerized by Jane's beauty and intelligence, as everyone was, and since he spoke the same language, fall into her theories smooth as butter. She couldn't think of any reason an attractive guy would choose her company over Jane's.

Well. She glanced down, noting that she wasn't showing any cleavage.

Perhaps he was simply more comfortable around her, since they'd shared more time together. Her paranoia really was beginning to get the best of her. She huffed at the slow coffee maker, not feeling any better until she had another steaming mug in her hands.

"Coffee?" she called out.

Jane knew this song and dance. "Not right now!"

"How about food? Did you eat?"

The conversation still took place with each girl shouting. "Not hungry!"

"Liar," she muttered. Filling another mug, simply assuming Leita would want one, she tucked a few packages of granola bars into one hand as well and carefully carried everything back, pausing to set the two mugs down by the computers. She tossed the granola bars, save for two, at Jane, winging them violently and missing by a few inches.

She pointed at Leita, then at one of the computers.