044 [VIDEO
[It's possible that there are more people in the city who would recognise this bed, and bedroom, as not-Robert-Chase's, than could pinpoint it as belonging to one Allison Cameron. Those that could, however, might expect to see a slender brunette curled up against the pillows, rather than the petite blonde stretching and yawning her way to wakefulness, unconscious of the blinking record button of the nearest network device.
The girl smiles sleepily, turning over to feel blindly for the warm body of the still-slumbering body beside her. One hand slips under the covers.]
Mmh, you awake, yet-- [ Pause, because besides the pronounced Australian accent, there's not much about this voice that sounds familiar.] That's... not mine.
[Robert Chase, heretofore known as the blonde, tosses a long sheet of silky hair back from his face and blinks down the bed to the positioning of that vanished hand with slow-growing horror.]
That's not mine.
[And then there's a cartoon flurry of activity almost to quick to keep up with. A flail leading to the blonde (Robert Chase) exiting the bed with a stumble and a crawl, taking just enough of the bedsheets to preserve an assumed sense of dignity.]
Right, you're going to get the hell out. I don't know how you got in here, but you're going to get up, get your clothes, and get out. Now.
[He can find out what happened to Cameron later.]
The girl smiles sleepily, turning over to feel blindly for the warm body of the still-slumbering body beside her. One hand slips under the covers.]
Mmh, you awake, yet-- [ Pause, because besides the pronounced Australian accent, there's not much about this voice that sounds familiar.] That's... not mine.
[Robert Chase, heretofore known as the blonde, tosses a long sheet of silky hair back from his face and blinks down the bed to the positioning of that vanished hand with slow-growing horror.]
That's not mine.
[And then there's a cartoon flurry of activity almost to quick to keep up with. A flail leading to the blonde (Robert Chase) exiting the bed with a stumble and a crawl, taking just enough of the bedsheets to preserve an assumed sense of dignity.]
Right, you're going to get the hell out. I don't know how you got in here, but you're going to get up, get your clothes, and get out. Now.
[He can find out what happened to Cameron later.]