Her eyes open a little further, maybe even enough to see out of them. "Mmm," she repeats. Then, "Rick, ‘choo?" I nod. She moves a little further from the phone pickup, and I see a little more of her, in better focus too. I guess she sees my grin, because she glances down and mutters, "Drek!" Then I see a pale-skinned arm reach for the phone. The screen’s filled with shifting colors and patterns again, and I chuckle. Some things never change, and one of those is that Cat Ashburton sleeps in the raw.