It was a little after two in the morning when she decided that tossing and turning wasn't going to help her return to sleep. Carefully slipping out of the bed to not wake Antonin up, she made her way towards the home's kitchen. Perhaps a cup of chamomile tea or even something a little stronger if she could find Lee's secret stash. He was a man with exceptional taste in fire whiskey, not that she could ever appreciate the differences in quality.