Irene's Bed
Irene flopped down on her dorm room bed, ready for a nap after a full afternoon of training a new operator. Why the Doctor felt that she was the best choice to help a hammer-wielding feline was beyond her, but she'd done her duty, and now it was time for rest.
The bird grumbled as she rolled over, trying to fluff her pillow. No matter how much she beat, bludgeoned, or otherwise caressed it, it always seemed to stay a lumpy, firm mass. Her blankets were alright, but she found herself missing her old Inquisition ones at times - the ones at Rhodes were too light, they didn't give her the weight that she preferred, the stability.
Overall, probably a 4.5/10. It was undeniably warm, at least, and it's not like she laid awake enough for it to matter.