Memories trickling through supported the deduction, and she finally cracked open her eyes to see what she could in the dim light, which was not very much unless she were to move, which she wasn't inclined to do just yet...except that tingle in her arm was getting unpleasant, ruining what was otherwise a very comfortable position. Hmm. Ever so carefully, she pulled her arm back in towards herself, hoping that particular partner was in a deep enough sleep that her shift in position wouldn't wake him...whoever he was.
Her memories of the preceeding afternoon were vivid, but she couldn't bring to mind any names. Plenty else came to mind, but not that. Well, whenever they did all wake up, they could get to that...or not. Whatever their preference was, she supposed. The dark-haired candidate was feeling lazily agreeable, finally content after spending the past few days in restless frustration, now all too happy to stay right where she was.
...wherever that was.
Uta
smerdle
((Nice and vague to accomodate...whatever. XD))
