[Juhani woke, slithered out of the blankets she'd settled under one of the beds, and paced her apartment silently. She'd dreamed of Ambassador suffering a problem that she sometimes wished was hers.]

[Though she knew, of course, that she did need interaction, sometimes. Although it complicated things, it made life so much brighter. She remembered her time alone on the Fourth Floor with a frission of displeasure.]

[No matter. Who could gauge the meaning of dreams? She checked the Force and found nothing untowards around her home. Best now to return to sleep.]

[As sometimes happened, the space she'd slept in looked less like a den now and more like a place to be trapped. Juhani climbed instead into a hammock and closed her eyes.]