Resolving to start leaving leaflets in the room for occasions like these, she's focused enough it takes a moment to register he's spoken. There's little by way of excuse. A shrug. "Keeping an eye on things, I don't know. Night took a weird turn, felt better knowing I was keeping eyes out for anything."

Which - proved kind of correct. No danger, but something did indeed happen.

"You just woke up, you can't possibly be fretting this early."