[That worked out well, nice. He keeps the stub of the cigarette miraculously between his teeth the whole time, rights himself, and then takes the butt between his fingers and snuffs it out on the countertop ashtray. There, he's successfully retrieved Law, he didn't start too much of a fire, and all he lost along the way was half a cup of coffee and some of his dignity.]

More coffee?

[He's already on the move to start up a pot, given he didn't get nearly as much as he would have wanted.]