[Lisa's not the only one who goes to the kitchen when she can't sleep, apparently-- starting the previous September, Heather had found that creeping off to the hotel's kitchen in the middle of the night when bad dreams are a little too prevalent can help quite a bit.]
[Which is why there's a bedraggled blond leaning in the doorway, scrubbing at one eye.]
[Action] SOB I'm sorry this is so late.
[Which is why there's a bedraggled blond leaning in the doorway, scrubbing at one eye.]
Lisa?
What're you doin' down here?