"Y--" That was not Dolf's voice. (She might need a moment more to comprehend that it hadn't been hers either. Sleepy.) Had he...? Admittedly she knew no more about current standards of human politeness than what she'd picked up from television, but with Cally in the room? She was good at adapting to new cultures, but that idea was... a bit more bothersome for some reason than the awkward it ought to be.

"Yes," she said slowly, trying to blink her way to wakefulness. "Dolf?" she called out before she did something stupid like fully open her eyes to see who else was here.

Waaaaaait...