She stares at him in stunned incredulity, mouth hanging open for a second, because she is helping, she's more than fucking helping--

In the interest of not shouting, Plourr removes herself and the datapad to the kitchen, where she sets to work reading and making caf. Of course, the caf-making happens with a touch more cabinet-slamming than is probably necessary. This is one princess who doesn't function well on two hours' sleep.