The movement of her hand slowed and she stared at him for a moment whilst registering what he said. Then she looked back down and frowned. The girl then rinsed the rag, squeezed the water out and then neatly draped it over the sink to dry. "Sorry," she said in a ragged sounding voice. She washed her hands and then dried them before moving to serve his tea and hers and sitting down. She did not add anything but a splash of cream to hers and let him deal with his own stuff this time, not being rude but rather, her hands were shaking a bit and she had almost sloshed tea out of his cup and hers. The crumpets were almost perfect, slightly too brown but nowhere near burnt.