She wasn’t sure how long she’d been watching him. He’d fallen asleep on the floor of the control room, the reason for which she could not fathom. Though she didn’t take back her earlier assessment of the man being ‘pretty,’ she did reevaluate the level of interest he held.
She poked him gently, encouraging him to wake up. “Pretty…” Unable to recall his name, she figured ‘pretty’ was a sufficient substitue until he reached a more vertical position so he could inform her. She laid on her stomach, head beside his ear. “Do all humans sleep this long?” Being new to the concept of ‘too loud,’ she wasn’t aware of a socially acceptable volume to assume while mere inches from another person’s ear.