Even more than half-asleep, Maria's lip curled in a snarl at the bumped mattress and the buzzing alarm. Shoving herself up, she fumbled for it, growling "shut up shut up shut up" until she managed to kill the alarm. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she spent a moment hating the alarm and hating working nights - she could manage it on the Helicarrier, but the only way to get a reasonable amount of sleep here was to take a sleeping pill and hope that she shook off the grogginess before it was time to go to work.
Len was still here, she realized: really realized, more than just the kick to the mattress had meant that someone else was here. And wasn't that an interesting thought? She had fully expected him to take off and do whatever he came here to do...only, he'd said that this was a vacation. Whatever that meant.
Granted, it was probably a vacation the way this was a vacation for her: it was breathing room from SHIELD and Coulson, with a mission to keep her sharp and focused and a grimy ceiling to stare up at when she had a few moments to try and think through the whole damn tangle, even if it was easier not to think about Coulson and his offer.
After all, she had to keep thinking about Len, because he was here, odds were pulling a job, and if she followed him, she screwed over or burned her cover, but could she really just sit back and let him? Practical matters of the job were always easier than stupid squishy feelings.
No one could blame her for being cranky: she was walking up twelve hours late, after all. "Coffee," she grunted as she got up and hunted for her blacks. At least the uniform was more reasonable. "Remind me that mixing uppers and downers is bad."