Ororo's bedroom was almost austure. Few pieces of furniture, lots of open spaces, what most would consider a ridiculously high ceiling. Her bed was pushed up in one corner, a queen size near a pair of French doors leading out onto a balcony. It was three am and Storm was fast asleep. Or at least she had been all the way up until her phone rang. For her, the phone was like the bell to a dog in a Pavlov experiment, it drew an immediate reaction. She unsettled the arm draped over her body and reached for the phone, unsettling it from its cradle. It thumped onto the matress and she pulled it to her head.
"Munroe." As she spoke, she pulled her legs out from under the covers and put her feet on the floor. She was already preparing to get up and get back to work. No matter what hour of the night, she was always on call. Considering someone was calling her in the middle of the night, it was quite likely work related.
Her companion lifted his head off the pillow, looking at her outlined in the sparse light of near morning, and moved to get out of the bed himself. If the phone was ringing in the middle of the night, more than likely she was about to get up and go to work. There was no reason for him to stick around if she wasn't going to be there.