[ She knows without being told that Emily couldn't have possibly slept enough to make up for how chronically overworked the woman is — but something is better than nothing, and their Emily is stubborn as hell when she wants to be, so Andy will take what she can get. ]

Guess I was just getting tired of washing the fucking blood rain out of my hair. [ Another little deflection — though that one's a bit more honest, especially considering that untamed mane that lives on Andy's hand. She doesn't seem much interested in the topic of bravery and heroics. Instead, she quietly counts the number of sugar packets and little creamer cups Emily adds to her coffee. ] Almost didn't recognize the damn city when I woke up.

[ Reaching out, she picks up one of the pastries and breaks it in half, holding out one piece for Emily. Not that she feels strongly about coffee shop pastry, but maybe the excuse of splitting one with her will make indulging a little easier. With a pointed glance at Emily's paperwork, she goes on wryly: ]

Now that you've slept, we'll have to work on getting you to take an actual day off.