She bolted up in bed. Had she imagined that? Jess held her breath and waited. Just when she was about to bury herself back in bed, a rapid series of five or six knocks came again and Jess narrowed her eyes. It wasn't Gene. She and Gene had a special identifying knock and that wasn't it. It could be anyone.
"Uh, one sec!" she called, scooting out from under her covers. Kneeling beside her bed, she felt blindly until her hand made contact with a literal stick she'd brought in for protection. It was a truly formidable stick.
Jess opened the door a crack and saw Moira. Her eyebrows nearly shot off of her face with surprise and she leaned the stick against the wall behind the door. She quietly cursed her choice of a t shirt and panties as pajamas and grabbed a pair of jeans from the floor, starting to pull them on as she opened the door fully.
When she noted Moira's nervous expression, she paused. Jess frowned with concern and dropped her eyes to the garment in the actress' hands, "Are you okay, Moira?"
She did a sort of hop squirm to pull her jeans over her butt.