She finished her breakfast about halfway through before it was obvious she was feeling full and had no intention of continuing. She neatly folded the cutlery onto her plate, wiped her mouth with a small napkin and crumpled it into a small ball and placed it next to the cutlery. She then picked up the napkin from her lap and folded it next to the plate carefully. She took a slow breath to resume her conversation with her companion, but the sanctity of morning coffee for John Doe did not escape her attention, and so she decided to remain silent - for now.
She smiled slightly and began to pick up the dishes from the table with her calm, slow movements and carried them to the dining cart where she structured them and prepared them for room service to take away - leaving only their coffee cups on the table with their respective plates and spoons. She was barely audible while the dishes were being put away - not only did she not make a sound, but thanks to her smooth and careful movements, even the dishes being put away did not make any noise. It all looked like a silent, slow dream.
When she was done, she sat back down at the table and quietly sipped coffee from her cup, watching her companion and waiting patiently for him to finish his coffee. She was almost completely still as she did no nervous movements to keep herself amused - she was only watching him. Only then she asked him a short question.
"How does it feel?"
She gestured with a simple motion of her right hand towards his empty cup.
