The door swished open, Tony right smack behind it. He grinned at her, "Heeey, You look like you've got your hands full. I should have figured that out. Here."
He reached his hand out to relieve her of one of the mugs of coffee, carefully grabbing it so that the precious liquid contained within wouldn't slosh around. Coffee was too god to be wasted, but also it was probably hot and he didn't want to burn her.
The suite in his quarters was quiet that day, his roommate on his shift elsewhere, and Tony motioned towards the couch. "Have a seat?"