After a long enough that her skin turned pink she got out and pulled her clothes back on, walking out. She smiled softly when she saw him asleep and flipped the light out, casting the room in dimness, the only light was from the flickering streetlight outside the window.
Going to the dresser she grabbed her gun and walked over to the bed on the side he wasn't on and sat down. Resting the gun on the table beside the bed she laid down. She kept it close just in case and in this place it looked like she had a good enough reason.
Problem was Abigail wasn't a day person at all. She was used to staying up all night and sleeping until mid-day. So she laid there, staring up at the ceiling.