She had made a fresh pot so yes, the coffee was extremely hot and she had taken great care to fill both mugs up to the very brim. Balance was key, which Elizabeth was very good at. If she hadn't had a passion that followed her father's, she would picked up dancing, like her mother. Getting the coffee to the room without spilling had been easy. Thankfully Tony was there to open the door for her though. She let him take one of the mugs and followed him inside with the other one cupped firmly between her hands. "Thank you," she said, dipping her head for a quick sip.
Perfect. Elizabeth sighed happily, still behind Tony. She hadn't met her own roommate yet and partially wondered if she had one. It wasn't like she spent much time in her own sleeping quarters anyhow. They reminded her too much of the Prometheus. She was sure that she had become claustrophobic by now. Sitting on the couch, she looked around the room. "You keep your work here?"