Waking up tangled around someone else and with blonde hair in her mouth isn't a new experience, really, even if the person's a little softer than Steph's generally used to. And the hair ... isn't hers. Huh.

Steph pries one eye open, squinting against the light, and blinks at her bedmate with sleepy curiousity.

"Don't remember you bein' here yesterday," she mumbles, making no move to shove the other woman's head off her chest. "...I think."