"Whoa!" Denny started, bolting upright. His hands were out in front of him within a second, palms out, facing her. He was trying to make it clear that he wasn't a threat.
Not only was this girl pretty, she seemed to have a powerful set of lungs on her, too. "It's okay. I'm Denny. And I'm not going to hurt you. Who are you?" Could they have just gotten completely drunk last night and hooked up? Denny couldn't think of any other explanation or this sort of thing.