Generally some time after Nina woke the various and somewhat scattered list of things she'd drifted of to sleep trying not to hard to think about, would filter back to her. S, whilst she moved about, gradually waking up by degrees, she organised her day. Again there was more missing, she found she couldn't really grasp at what she might need to get done today. Wait was she supposed to be on call at the hospital? George. George would know, he could always be relied on for anything that involved organisation. Nina went on making her tea, stifling a soft yawn as she stirred in the sugar and milk.
It was a moment later Nina heard someone making their way down the stairs, expecting to see them appear any moment, instead she heard a somewhat high-pitched and immediately recognisable threat near squealed from outside the kitchen. Moving in the direction of said George-like noises, she peered out from the Kitchen, his scent more obvious to her wolf-senses the closer she got. "George." She began as if to calm him, because really, this was quite insane.
"Why on earth are you threatening me with a shoe?" Nina asked him, somewhere between amusement and sleep-addled confusion, because there really no way for her to make sense of his behaviour and she'd rather like an answer.