"No!" said Amaya, some of the awkwardness and sheepishness ans general overall sleepiness of the situation giving way for a spark of irritation and annoyance. "It isn't! I woke up this morning on the floor, my bed? No where to be found!

"Now, I ask you," she continued, on the brink of peevish demand, and the only thing keeping both her hands from flying up in the air in frustration was that the one was that the one was still quite comfortable and happy where it was on Irene's hip, thank you, "what kind of yahoo steals a bed while someone's sleeping in it?!?"

One might also ask what kind of person manages to somehow sleep through their entire bed being stolen from them while they were sleeping in it, but anyway....