Room 238, Friday morning

Aeryn starts to wake up, and realizes that it's kind of nice to not want to really quietly kill things. Especially since she'll be able to kill things slightly louder this weekend. There's another issue, there, too, but it's nothing too bad and she can deal with it later. Right now she's content curling up with John, who really does things right sometimes.

Room 238, Friday night

Somewhere on the way back from a walk, yes a walk, not reconnaissance at all, an adorable yet clingy kitten started following Aeryn around. She's trying to ignore it. It's not working.

This would be because every once in a while it makes a dash for her feet, and Aeryn has to stop just so she doesn't step on it. She tries to shoo it away with her foot, but the kitten keeps trying to grab onto her shoelaces. So Aeryn bends down, picks the kitten up, and carries it the rest of the way to the room. She intends to set it down outside as soon as she opens the door, but at that point, it's got its nails in her shirt. And won't let go.

Aeryn sighs, goes into the room, and fights with the kitten in there instead.