Samantha was enjoying her food. It was real food, not the fake crap they'd gotten on Olduvia. She could seriously learn to like this. Dr. Grimm was also glad that she was still in the foggy haze of her painkillers, that allowed her not to think too hard on John and Duke. She wasn't really looking forward to breaking down again. She knew she would though, but she quickly pushed the thought away from her mind. She didn't want to break down again. All she wanted was to see her brother, and Duke again. But she wanted Duke alive and well, and not infected.

She let out a long hum of satisfaction at her food, and then jumped at the voice behind her. Her hand jumped to right above her heart, and she let out a small nervous laugh as she turned her head to face him.

"Yes, no worse for the wear. Oh and thank you for the painkillers outside my door last night." She gave him a smile, and shrugged her shoulders. "I haven't used any of them because I found some in my bathroom, so they're under lock and key in my room. When you want them back." She nodded her head, "That's fine." She shifted a little, picking up her milk and taking a swallow of it. "This table is so big, and empty. You'd think that no one was even here." Shaking her head she took another bite of her food, and slowly chewed.

Dr. Grimm wasn't too concerned about anything at the moment. Except, of course, for the imps following her through the gates. God, she wouldn't wish them on her worst enemy, if she had any that is. Since she'd slept most of the day away she hadn't even heard the loud crash from the robot crashing into the fountain earlier, nor the banging of the door against the wall. It wasn't like the good doctor to not be observant in those types of things, but she'd been dead to the world.