"No, thank you sir." She was...leaning against the window and looking outside. This was because, like any incredibly driven hero she'd needed to move and...ran out of energy to get herself back to bed but HELL IF SHE"D ADMIT IT. "Drugs and I don't get along well. I've got something in me now, probably pain killers and antibiotics given it's a hospital, but trying to eat would make me...worse." Queasy, panicky, such.

"Thank you for the thought though. Did you get your coffee? I never did manage to like that stuff..."