"Nah, he's not my type," for a start he liked Emma, and secondly, well, she wasn't into sarcasm much, although the rebellious nature appealed. She was about to sit up when a jaw cracker of a yawn caught her, "Um, you weren't planning on going anywhere for a bit were you? I mean, dinner is a good half an hour from being cooked, and, I er, kind of feel better now you're back but I don't want you to go away again just yet?"
She was comfortable, and felt safe, and now warmer as well. Which meant she was relaxing and the odd shivery tremor had stopped, and now she was close to falling asleep. "Wake me if," she yawned again, "the timer pings huh?"