[Felicia gropes behind her with a mechadendrite until she finds her communicator, which she'd left on a pile of towels in a nearby chair, and clips the communicator to her augmetic ear. She does that in time to catch the end of what PM says, but her body language makes the meaning clear anyway, so Felicia gives her a reassuring smile]
Don't be silly. You've a perfect right to a bath before dawn, like any person.