He was here when she woke up with coffee, and the presence of liquid caffeine made her willing to accept the former without pushing for reasons. Or otherwise slapping at him.
"Give me coffee and I won't need it," she grumbled at little as she tugged a - probably - clean bra over her head, then reached for the black fatigue pants, the pockets already weighted down with necessary equipment. She reached for the coffee cup, giving a quick sniff, then shrugged and selected a packet of creamer and one of the little stir-things.
She drank slowly, eyes a little distant as she thought ahead. "I hate this damn job," she couldn't help but murmur.