What time even is it?

She fumbles for her phone, finds it, blinks blearily at the readout for a few seconds before the numbers register.

As do a couple of other bits of sensory input ooookay yeah she's gonna need to get out of bed. Time to see if she can manage that.




The door to Liz's room opens, and she emerges -- once again shuffling and leaning a little on the wall.