<em>The young woman- she couldn't, in truth, be older than her early twenties, and could, perhaps be even younger- shifts a little, and almost reflexively, after sensing the lack of body warmth from the other, curls up into a ball, rather like a sleeping kitten, though, Eliza notes, she pops one eye open, scanning the room warily. Noting that it's just her lover from last night, though, the muscles relax, and her eye closes again.<br/><br/>A low, rumbling alto can be heard from within the curled up bundle of tempting flesh. It sounds vaguely groggy.<br/><br/>"'Mornin'." </em>