She sighed, hoping she could make it to the bathroom before he woke up. That hadn't happened. "You don't look so hot yourself when you first wake up."
Abigail leaned against the wall and took her jacket off, easing her injured arm out of the sleeve, making her hiss. Blood trickled down her arm from the gash in her upper arm. She really didn't want to tell him what she was doing, seemed to set him on edge when she talked about that aspect of her life.
"You should see the other guy."
Walking over to the bed she say down and pulled her boots off, waving her arms when the ash flew around her.