If she'd looked any more surprised, Brady would have had to wonder what kind of criminal she was. It wasn't exactly uncommon for prisoners to react poorly when surprised with an unexpected presence. "Yeah," he answered shortly, ignoring the pounding in his head. He wasn't surprised, from what he'd seen on the journals food was a big deal to her. "Oh gee, thanks for the permission to use the stove," he muttered sarcastically, though he shook his head at her question. "No, got everything out and ready. Got a killer fucking hangover. Scrambled eggs are my morning after specialty." He cracked the eggs quickly into a bowl, throwing the shells away, and then he sprayed the frying pan with the cooking spray and turned the burner on before whisking the eggs with a fork.