Liz had thought it might be hard to sleep in the room where she spent the last week suffering nightmares while trapped in Milliways and, to coin a phrase, paranoid as fuck, but it turns out that when you're exhausted enough, you can sleep anywhere.

She rolls over -- and her arm flops across the mattress. She blinks and lifts her head. There's a half second of sleepy confusion before she recognizes the sound coming from the bathroom, and registers that there's a crack of light under the door. She sits up, scrubbing at her face. According to the watch that she never bothered to take off, she's been half-asleep again for an hour or two.

She glances toward the bathroom again.



Liz knocks lightly before pushing the door open. Red has one horn off already and is working on the next one. She leans in the doorway.