She saluted him with exactly as much precision as she could manage, which wasn't much, then flopped back down onto the bed with a grunt. She'd have to get up to pee soon, too, but that meant getting out of the warm bed that smelled of them. She had no interest at all in that.

Her eyes closed again, not in sleep, but to allow her to picture the things that came next for them. She didn't get very far before grunting again. Too many variables.