Monet had been somewhat subdued since the recurrence of her nightmares. She'd spent an inordinate amount of time in her room and even her insults to Jubilation were phoned in at best. She was just-- tired, she supposed.
When she did leave her room, it was generally for one of three reasons: for sustenance, to use the bathroom or boredom. This particular instance was a product of all three.
After visits to the bathroom and kitchen (where she made herself an impressively large sandwich), Monet wandered into the den. The only occupant appeared to be Lorna, which was no less palatable than the prospect of returning to her room, so she took a seat on the couch.
The other woman appeared to be playing some sort of game. Monet looked on, expression disapproving (if a bit listless), but did not comment. She simply couldn't be bothered to put in the effort just then.