[Having worked up a mean sweat and an appetite to match after tackling several challenge room simulations at the dome, Spencer showered up, had a bite at Seventh Heaven, and is now taking in the sights and sounds of the village at leisure. On his stroll he comes across the cafe in the works, pausing to regard the scene.]

Looking good, Miss Romanoff. [He offers with a stiff little nod and the barest hint of a smile quirking his lips. It's still hard not to feel like an ass in light of the most recent shift, but he's working on recovering his good humour and positivity. Baby steps.]

It's about time there's a cafe around here. It's a little much sometimes, going to a restaurant just for a cup of Joe.