At the sound of Moira's voice, James glances up with a smile. Once he had made it through the coffee shop line he decided to stop and drink his coffee before heading back to the room. He's surprised to see her out and about so soon, as the past couple of days her sickeness spells have kept her racing for the bathroom through the early morning. But today she looks fairly perky, if not simply just tired. He slides over the food he had purchased to take back with him.

"I didn't want to wake you," he says, as she sits down. "Are you feeling better?"