With the tender administrations from Gabriel, him, she starts to stir.  Her hand goes to the towel.  The coolness an anchor in the hurricane of her brain.  Slowly, she was able to gain herself amidst the torrent.  Her eyes flutter open.  Black lack on tanned, olive skin opening to reveal her almost amber eyes.  She sees the one thing that she clung to since this strange night began.  Those soft blue eyes nestled in the boyish charm that was his face.  The inky black hair falling free about his features, framing them completely.  She blushed softly.  As is natural with a blush, her eyes lower.  She notes his chest, still glistening with dampness from the shower.  It does little to dissuade that blush.  As her cheeks flush a bit deeper, her eyes fall lower.  Black pants over a well toned thigh.  Ok, that was safe.  "Who..."  She paused as she cleared her parched throat.  She curled her lips in to wet them, but with the cotton filling her mouth (or so it felt), it was a futile gesture.  "Who are you?"  Her voice sounding harsh in her own ears, a few tones lower than normal and raspy.