She heard the footsteps approach the kitchen and, though she hadn't seen him in months, Natasha was almost certain it was Tony. Lifting her eyes when he stepped through, she lowered her mug and gave him a soft smile in return. "Good morning." Before she answered his question, her eyes took him in quickly, just checking, reassuring herself that he was in one piece. Stepping to the side, she nodded to the pot. "Just made some, so it's still hot."
Reaching into a cabinet, she pulled down a large mug, twin to her own, and set it on the counter for him as she returned to leaning against the edge. She took another sip of her own beverage, then tilted her head slightly. "I didn't think you'd be up this early," a pause, one eyebrow arching slightly. "Unless you weren't able to sleep either."