[Allison pouts at him for mussing her hair, then freezes with the coffee midway to her mouth for another sip when she absorbs it.]

A couple weeks? What--

[Oh no...ohhhhh, no. Not again.]

This is not fucking happening!

[She's fully awake now, and leaning across Tig's lap to set her coffee on the nightstand. Once it's out of her hands, she wraps her arms around Tig's neck and hugs him tight, pressing her face against his shoulder with a muffled stream of apologies and reassurances.]

I'm so sorry...God, Tig, I'm so sorry...this time I might actually kill the goddamn Admiral for real, but I'm here now...I'm so sorry, Tigger...