No, no, it was just a little catnap- [She throws off the blanket and rolls off her couch, clambering to her feet and trying to look put-together and not like she fell asleep in her clothes- the same rumpled dress she wore at the trial.

She looks at the breakfast he's made, the clear effort he's put in even though it's such a simple meal, and a warm smile breaks out on her tired face.]

I'm...I'm doing okay. Better than I was, I think. [At that moment her stomach grows loudly.] And, um, thank you for the breakfast. With everything happening I forgot to eat again.