Rena wasn't angry at Thomas for coming back late. No, Thomas was entitled to stay out as late as he wished. After all, he was a grown man, was he not? It was not Rena's responsibility to mind him, after all, and truly, she didn't mind cleaning up the pub in his absence. What she was slightly angry about was the fact that he had made her worry. Thus, when she had woken early in the morning and extricated herself from the still-sleeping Bridget, she had a moment of panic realizing that she had no idea where he was or what had become of him.
It was all she could do to keep from bursting from the room but she didn't want to disturb Bridget so she kept her pace reserved until she reached the common area of the pub... only to find Thomas completely passed out on the table like a common drunkard. It wasn't like Thomas to be drunk and really, she doubted it had come to that, but all the same, he really shouldn't have left her to worry.
Rena was no cook and she made no pretenses in that department but she knew that Bridget would be up presently and well, they all had to eat. A simple breakfast was easy enough even for Rena and she set about to do just that. With her temper flared, she made no attempts to quiet her actions as she roughly moved about the kitchen but the space between her and Thomas muffled the sounds. All the same, nothing could have muffled the sound of the tray slamming down loudly by his head as she set it down with perhaps a bit more force than necessary.