“What the fuck is that woman still doing here?" Sawyer's lips twitched in response to Sascha's demand. He wasn't the only one amused. Sean had to cough to hide his laughter, before he said, "It was only for last night. I'm going to arrange a hotel room for tonight." Her nostrils flared as she gritted out, "Good. She's already put a request in for French press coffee with whipped cream, as well as a continental breakfast. I didn't realize we were offering stray cats room for the night."
