Re: Just having a nap, sir.

<snip>With no shoes, no sleeping quarters and her sense of
direction buried under layers of alcohol, she staggered off into the
maze of corridors that filled the ship, found a comfortable corner,
and went to sleep.>
Chrizla was frantically looking around the corridors for Jessie, he
had last seen her staggering away from the Defence Deck. He came to a
section of corridor, deep within the bowels of the ship in which there
was no lighting; he tripped over something and fell flat on his face
over it. He looked over and could just about make out Jessie's face,
so he got his torch out and shined it over her. She squinted in the
light and slurred "What you trip over me for?" Chrizla got up and
helped Jessie to her feet, "What are you doing sleeping in a
corridor? Why aren't you in your quarters?" "Cos I haven't got any!"
Jessie replied, rather disgruntled. "Come on," Chrizla
instructed, "Follow me, you can sleep in my bed. I'll take the sofa."
<Tag Jessie>