<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice slept like a baby for the next nine hours. She had no idea where she was, how she had gotten there, and barely remembered what she was doing there. <br/><br/>As Peter got up and went to the washroom, she remained asleep, waking up - begrudgingly - only in feeling his touch on her face. Her brain took a few seconds to make mental connections and understand who was waking her up. With a groan, Alice tried to roll away from Peter. Managing to move a little, she found out muscles she didn't even know she had were sore.<br/><br/>Out of instinct, Alice still pushed Peter's hand away from her face and sat up, with another groan. <br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"Told you I was"</span>, Alice replied, her voice now clearer. Her brain was already awake, but her body wasn't really keen on moving. When Peter said he had basically given her a shower, Alice felt her cheeks burn worse than her muscles. It took her a long moment to be able to speak. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Uh, sure. We should eat something, before the next shift starts. I don't really feel like it, but I'm sure I should."</span><br/><br/>After this answer, Alice looked down, noticing what she was wearing. And noticing she wasn't in her own room. Well. Apparently he had been true to his word. But she wondered what would happen if they met someone on their way out of his room. Shaking the thought off, Alice turned her gaze to Peter. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Thanks."</span> It was just that, but there was a lot in that simple word. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Did you get any sleep?"</span></div>