She takes the sidestep of a compliment with little more than a small smile, setting the frame back on the bookshelf and twisting it slightly to return it back to its original position.

"I don't know what that says about you, but it's a pull-out, so it's not too awful. I'll go grab some sheets," she murmurs, and sets off to do just that.

When she returns, a stack of blankets, sheets and a pillow in her arms, she sets to work on making up the makeshift mattress, pulling the couch cushions off and gently laying them aside.