Laurel woke slowly. She heard Roy's light chuckling and then felt the arm slide around her, a comforting weight that didn't do much to rouse her. All the same, she slowly came to as she noted that this bed felt different than the other one. Gone were the flannel sheets and heavy comforter, silken sheets in their place. She rolled over to look at Roy, glad when she got visual confirmation that it was actually Roy. After all, there was no guarantee that their abductors wouldn't put them in bed with random people or who knew what else upon waking up in a new place.
"Morning," she murmured. "I guess Christmas is over, huh?"
While neither of them could stand peace and quiet for too long, she had to say that having a holiday where nothing happened was kind of nice for a change. She had no doubt that they'd probably face something dangerous in this new place. She doubted that their kidnappers planned to give them much respite. After all, keeping them busy meant that it was harder to organize against those holding them captive.