[ waking up is... difficult. and a bit confusing, with memories of very strange dreams in her head. but they're only fuzzy, at first. as her eyes open, the only thing she registers is that she hadn't wanted to wake up. one dream's particulars escapes her grasp-- a happy one, beautiful beyond everything else... and it's gone, leaving just a horrible, wrenching sense of loss.
some point in the night, the nap had turned into bedtime, and she'd curled up with Lelouch whenever he'd come in. she thinks he's still asleep and she's glad for it as she turns to face away from him and cries.
later, she's stirring a cup of coffee at the kitchen table, maybe still a little red-eyed, and she turns her communicator on. ]
Everyone here is strange... [ quietly. and not the best opening line ever, but it's a start ]
((ooc: Action's open to house mates, before she's in the kitchen, or after. Voice is totally open.))