There is a slight click as the bathroom doorknob turns. The door opens, and Christina steps into the hotel room. A bathrobe is tied over her nightgown, perfectly sensible outfit for staying in a hotel. Very unlike the armor worn by the two lovebirds currently embracing.

She stops in her tracks, staring at the scene in bewilderment. Christina doesn't think she was expecting company, but then again, she isn't quite sure. Dreams have a habit of making the strangest things seem normal. She would roll with it, but that is a little difficult when stumbling upon such an emotional display.

Christina coughs gently in case they haven't already noticed her.

"Ah, I'm sorry. Shall I excuse myself?"