Stephanie might have protested more strongly under other conditions, but she literally didn't have the strength. She weakly indicated towards her bag where her phone was. The computer would be the desk in her private section of their suites.

Stephanie suddenly laughed, though it was a broken, pathetic little laugh.

"I shouldn't have thrown that. Shit as it was, I still- can you get the ice cream out of the freezer?" She needed some sort of calorie intake now, or there were going to be worse problems than simple exhaustion in the morning.