Regina's jaw is clenched so tightly that her teeth hurt and she glances up at him, her breakfast actually untouched so far. But, she makes herself relax, finally picking up her cup of (actually terrible) coffee and taking a sip.

Eyes catching his, she has no witty retort for his comment, opening her mouth and then closing it again promptly. It takes her a moment, but she finally speaks. "The food here is terrible. I'd hardly call this breakfast." Her voice is tight, like she's talking forcefully, and she is a little, trying to make everything seem just fine.