Jemma knew she was right - this bed is dangerous. It's the sort of bed that can make an entire weekend disappear because it is just that comfortable, and part of her is disinclined to ever move again.

The rest is reminding her that falling asleep around a pair of vampires, no matter how favorably inclined, wasn't her brightest move. It's something she's going to neglect to mention to... well. Much of anyone.

"Mrph. I'm up, I'm up." She mutters, entirely unconvincingly, given how she fails to suit action to words.