Normally, Raina wasn't one to sleep in. Back in Los Angeles, and before that in London, she'd always had so much to do that waking up early was a necessity. Here now on Destruction Island, Raina found herself with so little to do. She still tried to keep somewhat of a schedule, but for some reason today she didn't wake up at the crack of dawn. Waking with a yawn and a stretch, she was surprised to see space beside her empty. She was worried, but that was before she heard some rustling in the kitchen. Pulling on her robe and slippers, she went to investigate. She lingered in the kitchen doorway with a smile, watching as Jackson went about cooking breakast.