The Viera's rabbit ear twitches at the faint sound of Prince's Little Red Corvette coming from behind her. She senses a presence near, but the only sound hinting at its confirmation is the tune. Her eyes finally open and all they see is the white of the wall that bleeds the cool winter air. The bed is messy with its cotton sheets and feather-soft pillows surrounding her half-naked body. Had it not been for the temperature of the room, she would find herself completely comfortable.
Without a single movement to examine the rest of the area, Fran spots Balthier's white dress shirt lying close to her, camouflaged with everything else. Suddenly, she's fully awake.
"Good morning." The deep accent sounds from the music's location, but it clearly comes from a different source.
Fran turns to face Balthier's bare back and finds him seated next to her on the same bed, staring at the laptop screen in front of him. Judging by that alone and the glasses sitting over his vision, it would appear that he is reading some literature. Balthier sips his coffee before setting it down next to the portable computer. Fran's eyes smile at the mug, for it was one of many of the first items she thieved.
"About time you woke up. I was beginning to feel a bit lonely."
Expected chills suddenly run up Fran's naked arms and she remembers the dress shirt. Sitting up, she instantly, almost subconsciously, snatches it and slips it on. It may be a thin fabric, but it makes for a much better blanket than the black bra wrapped around her chest.
"The fickle weather is not kind this morning."
Balthier's priorities suddenly switch. He opens his mouth to inform his partner of the shirt he left beside her, but he turns to see her already at the buttons. With the slightest hint of a smirk, he lifts the coffee cup-her coffee cup-to acknowledge it. "As luck would have it, I've got this hot beverage here to keep me warm and satisfied." He turns his attention back to his laptop and Fran watches as he scrolls passed the paragraphs.
"And I have this shirt. Luck surrounds the both of us, it seems."
The leading man's smirk returns at her playing along, but it's grown since it last made an appearance. "We make a great team, don't we, old girl."
Fran places her clawed hands over the pirate's uncovered shoulder and props her chin on top of them. "A fantastic partnership is exactly what we have."