She does, making herself right at home as she pours herself a water, then hoists herself up to sit on an empty bit of countertop.

"Fine," she answers with a shrug. "Quiet, at least. Nothing to catch my attention, or at least, nothing more important than four AM coffee." She smirks a little, and although she's still fighting that slightly-too-thin, slightly-too-tired look she's had since coming here, it's not as bad as it had been, and it's not as fresh as to imply that she'd been sleeping poorly or woken up harshly.