Belle is bored. She has a cup of coffee, and not too much else going for her at the moment. Paralyzing paranoia has given way to the emptiness that follows when relief doesn't come, but the energy to be afraid isn't there.
She's sitting close to Logan, and looks over every now and then, trying to decide if she wants a cigarette or not. It's probable she'd have to walk past the short man to indulge, and that thought doesn't really appeal.