Her lips twitch at his antics but she says nothing, similarly just watching him. "Good," she says softly when he responds, happy he'd gotten at least some rest. Briefly, she wonders what they're going to do now; are they really going to spend another day hiding in this little hotel room? Eating steak and... she doesn't know, having sex?

Okay, maybe that's not a terrible idea. But still.

She kind of feels like maybe napping some more, but that feel rude when Tony's wide awake. So if sleep is off table... she pushes tangled hair back from her face and rolls over on her belly, the blanket slipping down her freckled shoulders some as she props an elbow on the pillows and leans her chin into her palm, smiling at him. "Is it breakfast time, then?"