Enjoying their morning drink.
Then the mood turns a bit sour.
Notices the bitterness in Yang's voice.
Stunned at what she's hearing.
Shocked at Yang snapping at them.
Watching her teammate excuse herself.
Weiss in the old team photo.
Listening to Yang's unhappy childhood.
And starts to relay her own.
"Then, it was no dinners, no recitals, a bottle of wine here, and... well, you get the idea."
"The only thing we can do now, is be there for her when she's ready. When she comes back."
The morning rift is mended.