She pulls on her robe in the bathroom, cinching the belt tightly around her waist and making sure the front is closed neatly before padding out again, flashing a brief smile at Tony on her way to the door. Her smile turns more polite and impersonal when she takes over their breakfast cart from the staff member, thanking him shortly and closing the door again, wheeling the cart next to the bed.

"Breakfast is served," she quips, climbing back into bed and sitting up, tugging the cart right against the bed frame so she can serve them. Picking up the metal carafe first, she starts to top up the first cup. "Coffee?"