She's worried that he's not there and she knows she won't try this again if it fails right now, but then the knob turned and the door opened the slightest bit. The room is mostly dark behind him, his silhouette just inside the door. Zhaneel might not have recognized the little bit of him showing if not for that voice. She swallows around the pattering of her pulse, shaking her head as a blush darkens her throat and cheeks.

"N-no... I thought you might need breakfast." She gestures with the plate and cup of orange juice, lifting her gaze to look at him. She's ready to bolt, but stands there still. "I thought it... it might be easier than sneaking down to get it for yourself."