A bed? That was too humane to imagine. Seras had tried a bed before she ordered to burn it and replaced it with a casket as the undead should rest on to restore their forces. Her puzzlement over the idea was poorly concealed, but she brushed this subject and the next completely.
There were better times to speak of serious matters like the security and she wasn’t in a mind frame to heed this with all the attention they needed to proceed.
“No, not yet,” she answered. When she awoke, she had hardly felt the need to eat, or anything, except for smoking half of a cigar box already. “Now you tell me you drink tea?” she inquired, too amused by the idea. That was placing her in a good mood and allowing her to forget the unsavoury nocturnal episode.