His head tilts slightly as he watches her watch the pot. Something's happened. He doesn't know what, but unless this is some sort of delayed reaction to Leo's disappearance...something else has happened.

"Consider it done," he says in a clipped, business-like tone. The next sound to fill the room is that of a makeshift step stool being dragged across the kitchen floor by one of Mike's feet. He steps onto the riser, and gestures for her to come over for a hug.

At barely five feet in height, Mike is not a tall guy. And hugs? Well, while they don't require a great height, it's usually customary for the giver of comfort to be in the position to actually gather up the receiver of comfort in some way.

So Mike uses a step stool.

"Come'ere."