Ptricia went sphinx, and rolled on her back, facing him. "Morning? This is clearly a student definition of 'morning', as in the suns on the horizon, but not the generally accepted one. As for how I am... hungry springs to mind, as with getting the stuff set up and arranging the stage directions with the crew, I missed lunch."<br/><br/>She rolled back upright, and put on her most pitiful expression. "And there's no time to do an on-stage vore from the audience, our set schedule doesn't allow it, besides the main part of the crowd are here for Motorhead. I just hope I find a compliant fan after the show tonight."