"What does it look like, Police Girl?" Integra mumbled, grunting as she struggled to pull the covers back over herself... and over her head, too. "I'm trying to sleep. My bed wasn't as comfortable as I thought so I had to come in here."

Which was a lie. Her room had been perfectly fine, but she'd felt compelled to come here instead. It wasn't fair, this bed never got used, and so SOMEONE had to use it, right?

"I thought we had already gone over being too loud a long time ago," she blurted out suddenly, voice muffled from the covers.