Miyuki would answer the door, wearing a night shirt that was both far too small, and far too thin, to be considered decent, rubbing her eye. She paused as she saw him, her brain apparently kicking in slowly. "Oh, it's you... uhh, wassa password?" she asked, blinking blearily a couple of times, before yawning and stretching in a way that<em>can't</em>be entirely accidental.<br/><br/>Behind her, he couldn't see any sign of the paladin.