He's smiling as she comes to the door, edging his way past her to set his load down on the dresser. There's the usual ship mandated breakfast fare, not nearly as much in portions as he brought for the picnic. Taking from the kitchens wasn't something he could reasonably get away with all the time and he's sneaked a fair amount for himself on the way back over.

Peter whirls around as he sets down the food, presenting her with a travel cup. "I did have to do it myself so I hope it doesn't suck. I never paid too much attention to what Allison was doing when I was bugging her for coffee."

He shrugs, leans back against the corner of the dresser while he looks her up and down. He thinks about mentioning her state of undress but decides to save it until after she's had her caffeine. Instead, he starts to ramble.

"I think I saw one of your friends out there. Or maybe your not friends. I was actually going to ask about it but-" But he'd gotten distracted every time he came around J. "That woman, Aura or something, she kept saying shit on the MIDs about coming after you. She didn't, right? I figured you'd tell somebody if she had."