"Mm?" she groaned, realizing that someone was actually trying to wake her; most days since she'd gotten into the city, it had been her alarm that, while charming and gentle, was still a death knell to her otherwise sweet dreams. She didn't often get a chance to be woken up in person!

Instead of having the desired effect of drawing the Medium more space, Lucas found a hand thrown over his shoulder, groping loosely across his face as Fa appeared to be doing some half-conscious examination of his character. Finding him satisfactory, one could suppose, she wormed her arm around him so that her hand was wedged between him and the bed; it was a proper cuddle-wrangling. She didn't really want to wake up, but she supposed that she ought to say something given that she couldn't remember having taken anyone to bed, and it was bad form to rope someone into physical affection before discovering, at least, their name.

"'M awake," she volunteered, voice groggy but pleasant. "Three things: welcome, I'm Fa, what's your name; I don't --" she paused as a yawn surprised her and interrupted her for a moment! "I don't remember you being here before right now, so I'm sorry, but you are warm and you seem nice; and if you're not mortified there are always waffles." That was pretty well put together, she felt! She was mentally tabulating whether she'd left anything out; this probably came across as finger tapping on Lucas' ribs as she ticked each point off.