[ She's starting to get used to people just wandering into her room; so much so that she barely moves when the door opens and footsteps invade her space, face down on the pillow that also happens to be her hugging partner. It's the voice that takes her from idle from online, frowning with a squint. ]
welcome
Spit in my— wha—?
[ It's Theo. With a toothbrush.
Oh. ]
Oh. [ Pause. ] What's wrong with your sink?