Ghani mumbles under her breath and tries to roll over. ONLY she finds she can't because someone's arm is tossed carelessly across her stomach, and there's someone's leg hooked over hers.

Her eyes snap open and widen. Her eerie blue eyes dart franctically from side to side as she tries to figure out exactly how she's gotten into this particular situation.

This was not particularly a very good position for her to be in.

If it's a delicious young man, we really shouldn't care... An annoying voice whispers in her mind.

"What?!" She mutters but decides to ignore the memory of her Great-Grandfather Vladimir Harkonnen.

Struggling for a moment, she sighs and nudges the person whom the arm belongs to. "Do you mind?" She finally askes.