Layla has drifted in and out of their orbit a couple of times over the course of the evening, long enough to provide a little companionship, but not to become the sort of closed unit some couples form at parties. They both (all three) need connections on this strange world, and preferably some not forged in gunfire.

This time, she's coming from the direction of the dance room, intending to bid them good night. She isn't expecting to find Steven - and she's almost entirely certain it is Steven - passed out dead asleep on an oversized beanbag. Bafflement transitions swiftly to fond amusement, and she crosses the room to sit beside him, beanbag shifting slightly as she leans over to give his shoulder a gentle shake.

"Rise and shine," she says. "Your back's going to hate you if you stay here all night."