[ Sarah jerks awake at the first touch, the instinctive reaction of a person who both doesn't sleep well and who half-expects to be woken up by something a lot less nice than a shake of the shoulder. She squints in the dim light, taking in the bedroom and the person standing next to her and slowly relaxing back onto the bed. Okay. Just Sarissa, it's good. It's all good. Except it's very early, and Sarissa's wearing... what. That. ]
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The hell are you goin'?