She never was an early riser, per se, but she'd zonked out early enough that she was up before noon - for once. Her hand moved to find the warmth she'd fallen asleep with, frowning when it wasn't there. That pulled her up out of sleep, wondering what she was missing. Rubbing her eyes, she half-pushed herself up, looking around the room. Right. Kitt lived with her now. And he'd fallen asleep here-- only... he wasn't here.

Looking over, she saw he wasn't in his bed, either. Well, that was enough to have her getting out of bed and sleepily shambling over, just in case he'd fallen off the other side. Nope.

The tv was on, though, and she went over, looking down and smirking when she saw him passed out on the couch, mouth open and legs splayed. It was a shame he could be such a dink sometimes, because standing there ogling him, she had to admit he was kinda hot.