Ryan didn't usually have trouble sleeping, but perhaps the lack of sex today after an abundance the day before was what gave him more trouble. He'd slept for awhile and then decided to prowl around, though not as he had the other day. Though he'd explored some earlier with Wren, he'd been paying more attention to Wren than he had to his surroundings, and he liked to poke in corners that she might have found odd or troublesome.
He looked around the pool area first and then went back down the elevator to the clinic, though some things were locked up, and on to the laundry to see what sorts of supplies they'd provided. Some of that stuff could be dangerous if used wrong--or with certain things--though he had not been into that kind of thing in general. He was poking through all of that when he saw her, propped and innocently sleeping against the dryer.
For the briefest of instants, he thought someone might have killed her and dumped the body and he was in for some major shit, but he took a closer look and relaxed, shaking his head at himself. He drifted closer, crouching and looking closely at her, wondering what she was doing down here like this when, to his observational knowledge, she belonged to that Dominic fellow. He touched her shoulder, suppressing the instant urge to cover her mouth and have his way.
Play nice. He'd been reminded today that he needed to do so.