Amy woke up after Sasha, apparently a rather heavy sleeper in her own right. Of course, by the time she'd gotten up, Sasha was in the kitchen making  some kind of breakfast meal, alerting her nose.  "Mmmm?...What time is it, anyway?" She yawns loudly, still dressed in her work clothes, as she hadn't had the foresight to pack a change of clothes. "Huh, what's wrong, Lily? Yesterday, you were all freaking out and shy and conflicted, and now you're asking if you can fart around with us?  That's really not the best idea, anyway.  I just drive around fixing computers, and I'm not sure how I feel about...well, an embodiment of<em>water</em>hanging around the electronics I have to work around, you know?" she comments with a worried look on her face.