Abruptly, Ianthe pulled off her mask and yawned extravagantly, as if waking from a long sleep after a late, and spirited, evening. She shook out her hair, letting her sub-gun fall to the end of its sling, and drew a slow, contented, savoring breath of the complex's stale air. Wonder tugged the corners of her mouth into a self-conscious smile.<span style="color: teal">"Hot breakfast and <i>coffee</i>, Cat?"</span>she murmured, her voice full of nearly childlike delight.<span style="color: teal">"You're going to completely spoil me, especially after feeding me sand-worms, or whatever, last night."</span>She paused there and scanned her wrist-comp; though the device was in a silent-standby mode, she announced,<span style="color: teal">"No contact from my fixer, either, so I guess you're stuck with me at least one more day. What's that you're singing?"</span>She stepped forward, leaning halfway around one of the bulkheads as if to peer modestly into the next room -- even though the "next room" was a pitch-black maintenance shaft leading away from the intersection.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>