She wasn't quite lucid enough to be considered awake, but she understood what he meant. Waking up here, in some stranger's house, only served to emphasis how badly their lives had been going lately. Their new digs might be a hudred times nicer than their old ones, but they were unfamiliar, and not...theirs. The storage shed may not have been much, yet she'd felt more at home there than she had anywhere else in a long, long time. There was the sentimental value, like that was where they'd shared their first kiss, where they'd really connected. It was more than that, though. She'd felt safe there, if only for a little while.
"Yeah. No." Shaking her head, she rubbed the back of her hand over her eyes. Normally she wasn't so slow to wake up. Normally, however, she didn't spend the previous day running for her life, then sleep like the dead for over eight hours. "God, I feel like shit." Bishop matched his half smile with one of her own as she leaned back to get a look at him. He looked way better than he had the night before. Lifting up on her toes, she brushed a kiss over his lips. "Feeling any better today?"
She slid away from his hold, shuffling over to the sink. After she splashed some warm water over her face, she hunted up a hairbrush. It would have been more practical to go ahead and cut it off, but she liked her hair long. If she was going to be somewhere with running water that wouldn't require her to sleep on the ground, she might as well leave it. She also found a rubber tie, and pulled her hair back into a sleek tail. After all that, she was a few giant steps closer to normal. Sighing, she peered critically at her reflection. "Okay. I think I'm ready for our first disaster."