"Why yes, I-" Sim paused and frowned, hearing a commotion coming from above and a whole lot of giggling. Speaking above the muffled noise, he found the bottle of vodka and procured a cup.

"I am hunting down any of those little bastards. Should be fun, right?" He walked back to his bed and pressed the cool glass into Ginger's hand. "Drink this, it'll make you feel better." He tried to look serious, and placed a hand on her knee. "You're safe now."