He smiles slightly at the please part. Having grown up in an orphanage around stern nuns, he can appreciate the manners a little bit.

"Sure thing."

There are a couple of carafes in the refrigerator of fresh juice. He takes one and sets it on the dining table, where everything else is, and pours some into the glass closest to her.

Afterwards, he blinks, pulling the carafe close to him. "Oh, by the way... I'm Murphy. Don't think I caught your name, kid."

Now that we're on the subject of manners and shit... Jesus.