"Well, it's comfortable," she says, shrugging. The robe slips slightly off her shoulder, and she twitches it back up. It's slippery, too.

"I see you found the bourbon."

Sitting, she snags a glass for herself, and pours a generous amount into it. She takes a sip, before curling her legs under her - revealing a generous amount of smooth leg in the process, it should be pointed out - and leaning back.

"Thank you."