She shook her head, downing the last gulp of the bitter beverage before setting her mug beside his for collection.

Standing as well, she slid her hands into the pockets of her uniform. "I took something to help me sleep last night and I'm still a little out of it," she told him. "Doesn't make for much of an appetite. The coffee's helping though."

Nodding in the general, far-off direction of the hospital, she asked, "If you're heading to the hospital, I'll walk with you. Dr. Beckett will just track me down if I don't stop by." And she could use more painkillers anyway.