Re: Regina: The Professor's House
The sun had begun to come through the windows, warming Walton's house as light took to the surfaces, casting away shadows and awakening this side of the planet for a new day. It beamed through table legs and drawn curtains, slowly casting up on Charlie. She'd curled up on the floor, hardly sleeping in a bed unlike the rest of a crew. While she'd started on an overstuffed armchair, and as comfortable as it was, she just couldn't sleep in it. She'd thusly curled up on the floor, arms crossed under her head and hair splayed out wildly around her.
Charlie let out a murmur, banked in sunlight like a cat, stretching out her arms and legs on the floor before she got up. The smells of hot food made it's way to every corner of the house, permeating everything within. Charlie ran her hands through her hair, knowing it wouldn't look right until she fixed it. The last time she had actually fixed it, however, was when they were on Paquin...when she had a proper wash in the lake. She pulled the dark locks away, bundling them back behind her head with a rubber band, leaving the errant strands hanging as they usually did. Good as new.
She padded into the kitchen, bare feet on the wooden floors, smiling a bit. "If'n I didn't know better, y'know, ah'd assume you'd be tryin' to keep a few of us from stayin' with all'n th'hospitality." She spoke to Walton, her words more of a murmur due to just waking up.