Molly knew there was someone nearby, she could hear the breathing, the heartbeat, the signs of life that people might not catch but she was highly attuned to.

What she was not expecting, however, was for that person to sit up and manage to make friends with the jasmine.

Cue her giggling for a moment, then looking rather apologetic. "So sorry," she says, grin still on her face. "That was rude. Are you all right?'