Sub-Letting

Miriam sat on the sofa, terrified. The two men - both large, bald and muscular, sat either side of her, silent as a stone. She watched the clock on the mantelpiece tick its way from half-past two to nearly three o'clock, with nary a word spoken.
They'd told her they needed "somewhere to lay low" and to "not ask questions" - Miriam hadn't dared.
She glanced at the man on her left surreptitiously and uttered a small cough.
Both of them turned their heads to look at her.
'Um...tea, anyone?' she offered.
'We thought you'd never ask' said one of them.