Darcy barely slept last night. Not because of anything specific, more that she just couldn't manage to actually get her mind to shut off for long enough before 5 AM. So when she finally meanders into the kitchen, she's still in her PJs and beelining for the coffee. Enough that she has a delayed reaction to her escort and doesn't say anything until she has a cup of hella sweet caffeinated goodness in hand.

"Morning," she says, giving him a bleary look before taking a long swig of coffee. "It's still morning, right? I didn't sleep 'til four or anything like that...?"