She shrugged to the statement. "I don't mind grime," she replied. It was a moot point, sure, but she'd grown up with her hands in mudpies; a little grease wasn't going to bother her.
A chuckle crossed her lips. "One is," she replied. "Wasn't sure how you took it but there's creamers and sugars in the tray," she added as she set it all down on the nearest, cleanest, flatest surface. "And Muchkins," she added with a nod to the box of donut holes. "I wasn't sure if you had other people in today or not but ... they're shareable."
She was kind of curious how she was going to do the key thing. She guessed she'd just trigger herself over each key, see if a face popped up, and if she recognized it. Barring that, she'd try seeing if she could find which locks the keys fit. And if neither of those worked (though she figured both should) she'd see where things stood and go from there.