Fiona had been hoping to catch Karin before her morning exercise routine, but no such luck. Her chronically fit sister had probably swum halfway to Catalina by now, and was jogging back on the wet sand.
Just the thought made Fee give a little yawn.
Still in her pyjamas - which meant boxers and a fitted t-shirt she threw on when she got out of bed - she walked down the hall toward the elevators. (She'd already taken the stairs down; she didn't see much reason in taking them back up.) On her way, though, she noticed a guy who seemed pretty bombed (at least) trying and failing to open his door. Out of curiosity and a healthy dose of schadenfreude-fueled amusement, she wandered over to him and said, "Hey, there, playa. Whatcha doin?"