Silence is blessed, but the relief is short-lived. Now that she's awake, her brain is determined to stay that way, no matter how comfy she was before wakefulness went and ruined that. Very cautiously she peers at the room and despite the fact it contains a still mostly-nekkid Moriarty, she gives it up as a bad job and shuts her eyes again.

"Who ordered a morning? 'Cause I didn't. Send it away."