Oh. Him. He suddenly wishes he was working a bit better. Anders pulls out one of the extra mugs for her tea before glancing back at Josephine.

"I'm still trying to figure out the answer to that question. I'm not possessed, which is good. I'm not beaten to a bloody pulp, that's just a lot of the people I care about, which I'm not really counting as good." At least he can attempt jokes. And he can pour tea into a cup, that gets counted as good.

"Sugar? We're short on cream at the moment. And a little short on focus. I'm sorry." He's trying. There's just suddenly so much to fill his mind when Justice isn't constantly talking.