The soft touch and hair being brushed out of her face was mostly incorporated into her dream. Mary just let out a soft "mmm," in response.
The shoulder poking, however, was not so easily ignored. Her eyes flew open and she had to resist the urge to swat at the source of such poking. She was used to waking up and needing to go in a hurry, but that didn't mean that she enjoyed it. What it did mean was that she was able to pretty quickly assess the situation and remember where they were. Which was in the middle of a monochrome park in a pre-Pleasantville era, after a night of snuggly park bench sleeping of all things.
Life was very rarely anything less than strange for her. Especially since getting stuck in her past.
"I'm awake," she said as a preemptive strike against any further poking.
"Is that how you wake all the girls?" she teased, not even thinking about how it might not come out right.
She fumbled around for the little purse that she'd woken up with in that diner. She'd already peeked at the contents. At the time, extra powder, lipstick, rouge, and a compact with a mirror had seemed useless. But if they were job hunting, it might just be the right thing. She studied herself in the mirror and started to go about making herself look more presentable and less like someone who'd slept on a park bench. Once the lipstick, rouge, and powder were applied, she took some of the mints that she'd found in the purse and offered one to Johnny. She also reached up to smooth his hair down.
"You'll probably have better luck if you don't have that fresh out of bed look," she explained, since the touch might have come across as intimate even after a night spent holding onto each other while they slept.