He's gone before she can do much more than babble a half-coherent 'you're welcome' (that doesn't come out nearly so concise), so she gives it up as a bad job and settles back to take stock of her situation.

She doesn't get very far (this is becoming a somewhat tiresome theme) before there's a tiny rattattat on the door.

Jemma's just fine with ignoring it, but it gets repeated before too long.

"Um. Pam?" But evidently someone gave the waitrats door keys, because the door swings open to admit two hard-working rats. They trundle past with the heavily laden tray, and after setting it up to their satisfaction, take themselves away again.

"... I'm not sure if I would be more or less reassured if that was a hallucination."