With a little 'chink', the door to the Protectorate building swung inwards, and in slouched forth the parahuman known as Tabitha.
"Hannah." She called for her assistant, eyes shut and sluggishly weaving through the small maze of walls and desks. "Coffee."
Hannah, a mousy woman who had been standing by the wall, quickly fell into step behind Tabitha. "The, uh. The machine-" she said, but was interrupted by a hefty sigh.
"Can't you people refrain from stuffing the grounds into the superconductor? One week? Just one week I ask."
With an almost audible whip crack, Tabitha about-faced and marched straight into the break room, where a small gathering of people were swiftly backing away from a screeching and glowing 2 foot tall machine on the counter.
"The flesh is falling off of my hands!" cried a distressed coworker.
"I think that's just filth, Dirty Dan."
"NOOOOOOOO-"
"I swear you people just shouldn't be allowed near these things." Tabitha said as she marched straight up to the shaking machine. Grabbing a strategically placed set of tools inset into the wall four months ago, she pulled a pair of pliers out, opened a panel on the back of the machine, and twisted what some might have called the fourth dimensional representative of a lug nut cast onto a mobius strip.
The machine stopped glowing, made a hellish grinding noise, then shot a soccer ball sized pile of wet, clumpy coffee grounds at the wall at twenty miles per hour, the resulting splatter reinvigorating Dirty Dan immensely.
It beeped. Tabitha shut the flap, opened a hinge, poured in a generous amount of coffee material into the opening, and stormed out a half minute later holding two cups of tinker brewed hyper caffeine.
Ignoring the sudden influx of office workers rushing to get their fix, Tabitha continued onward to sub level five, handing Hannah the spare cup as she fell back in line. Perhaps the combat super-stimulants she had been brewing were ready for demonstration.