"Oh pish-posh, it could always be much worse," Morgan insisted with a dismissive wave of her hand. If she had noticed Kayla's discontent, she obviously wasn't particularly concerned about it. "You could always be stuck in some seedy motel, worrying about whatever fu- [i]screwed up[/i] mother...er... grabbed you in the first place. (...Not that you won't be free of worrying about it either way...)" Morgan's voice became a low murmur as she glanced at the wall clock and yawned. 

"As for your question..." Morgan rested her chin on her palms, half-lidded eyes staring off at a random object to the side as she began to concoct an answer to the query. "...We've got a futon I can convert pretty easily, and I'm sure that we have a sleeping bag hidden away somewhere... My bed's pretty big, so I guess if you [i]really[/i] wanted to be anal about it, we could share (but I'll probably kick you off)... And uh...There's always the floor." She shrugged. "That answers that. Kind of. Now are you willing to cooperate, or...?"

Morgan lifted an eyebrow as Kayla slouched in her seach. "...Hmm. It certainly seems that you've already cozied up to the idea of sleeping in a chair," she quipped, "Unfortunately this room isn't exactly well-suited for sleeping, lest you want have strange people talk loudly about their business while you're trying to get shut-eye." Morgan rose from her chair. "Up with you now," she gestured. [@Arista]