She tried to grasped the hand as it pulled away. Her fingers barely brushed it before it moves back to its owner. Blinking the sleep away, she sighed, “going already?”

[ Whoops. Wise old Katja didn’t anticipate something as simple as an interjection. ]
“Yes, actually.”
[ Maybe she’ll be too sleepy to ask any more questions.
His knowledge of humans is … frugal. ]
