Gilda looked inside, satisfied she caught all of them off-guard. All eyes were wide as they saw her, and for a few seconds, no one reacted. She saw Imlay sitting on a couch, one of his hands holding a drinking cup, while the other clutched the side of the couch rather stiffly. Chris was harder to read as he laid in one of the beds, almost unmoving. Only his head seemed to respond to his will, having turned to her, his mouth wide. Marco was there beside him, standing a little straight, one of his hands holding a pot of steaming coffee, and the other a drinking cup. 