The television shattered on the floor had been, indeed, unfortunate. Even she observed a sort of moment of silence while Jack carried the flat-screened monster away.
Eve was kind of hopping from one foot to the other now. The more she was told not to do something, the more she felt the need to do it; it was probably the same with a lot of people. To Eve, right now, sleep was looking like the best thing on earth. And she wasn't even listing it after good sex at the moment.
She nodded at Jack, blinking several times. "What've you got there?" She asked before making her way to stand right in front of him expectantly. "I'm here, sir." She joked. Eve was such a doofus when she was sleep-deprived.