[Action | Amamiya and PM]
[It's warm. Not the dry, crusty warm of waking up after a night sleeping on a sand dune, or the oddly pleasant morning warmth she's experienced while sleeping outside in the Gardens. That, and it's also too soft to be the soil of either situation. PM opens her eyes, taking a moment to register everything. Cabin. Sleeping bag. Snowstorm. Human-looking girl.]
[The Mendicant has been in some rather odd situations before, so there is no screaming or flailing. Just a tentative whisper to the person in her sleeping bag.]
Excuse me... good morning?
[The Mendicant has been in some rather odd situations before, so there is no screaming or flailing. Just a tentative whisper to the person in her sleeping bag.]
Excuse me... good morning?