"Hmmmph." That was all that Alessa really said at LaCroix's brief little lecture.
He had gone to ring out the washcloth; Alessa was slipping in and out of consciousness before her body wouldn't let her stay awake. She could feel him easing her onto the bed; removing her shoes; she could barely hear him telling her that drinking didn't agree with her. She agreed, but in a minute she was out like a light.
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From experience with astral projection; Alessa knew that when she was having a nightmare that her body tended to twist and turn. Right now she was having a nightmare; a nightmare involving fire, and the young woman killing the entire populace of Los Angeles; except for a few people who seemed to be arguing over what to do with the girl. They all agreed that she was not a human, but a weapon. One side wanted to use her immediately; while the other side wished to lock her up.