She steps inside when the door opens for her, carrying the tray over to the nightstand beside his bed and setting it down before turning to survey him, hands propped on her hips as she casts him a crooked smile.

"Well. You look a little less like death warmed over today."

She'd seen the state of all of them down in the altar room when Steve had led the infiltration team down to get them out. Even though there hadn't been much time for talking then, she'd kept an eye on him while she worked. Just to make sure.