[ Troy would have replied to her audacious words in kind, but seeing her pain getting the better of her makes him stop. He raises his hand to signal a time out just in time for hotel staff to wheel in the provided breakfast and hangover medicine bag. ]

Stop. As fun as it is to watch you get all theatrical, it's best if you stay calm.

[ He sighs, feeling his caring side take control. Troy talks to the staffmember outside of the door, accepting the two trays that hold a plate of food and a bag with a red cross printed on the face. He looks over his shoulder, carrying both trays with ease as he walks closer to her, putting one tray down on a counter and one remaining on his hand. ]

Here. Looks like there's hangover meds in this bag, and some food that looks not half-bad.