Plourr says nothing for a moment or two, staring at him, a few strands of hair stuck to her face.

"Is that supposed to be funny?" she says, flatly, as she shifts herself off his shoulder, to the edge of the bed, and up on her feet. The last step takes a little longer than the first two, her hand held flat against the small of her back. "Because it's not."

Once on her feet, she starts walking back and forth again, with heavy, restless steps. "Set it to a hundred percent on you." The gesture that she makes in his general direction suggests that he'd probably be falling victim to a thumping right about now, if it weren't for the distance separating them.