To say Morgana hadn't got caught by the coffee that morning would've been... well, possibly the biggest lie she had ever said in this place. The truth was, she had spent half the morning giggling at her supervisor and convincing him with her big green eyes that he really should let her have the little fruit bowl she had arranged so nicely while she listen to (imagined) birds singing at (an equally imagined) window.

Yeah. Don't spike people's coffee, kids.

But at least the bowl was for a good cause, and so, eventually she sweet talked him into looking the other way. Her station always seemed to produce a bit extra, anyway.

By mid-morning she had the basket of her choice and the drugged coffee, though it still lingered it was fading enough for her to slip out and go find Tony. She could message him, and she did consider it but the complex, certainly the parts either of them could access, frankly just wasn't that big and so she wandered with the bowl in a bag as she looked for him.

If a man got exploded he at least deserved some real food, and maybe it would ease her guilt at not being friendlier to those she had met in this place. Maybe.

On the plus side, she was still grinning and giggly, so maybe the coffee wasn't so bad.