Madoka had long been awake, watching the blue woman for a while through surreptitious glances.

...it was rude, probably, to stare. But there was something about the woman's lustre, or maybe it was her countenance, that ensnared Madoka and made her unable to keep her eyes off her. She was beautiful, for lack of a better word.

Beautiful, and unlike anyone Madoka had seen before.

"Uh-huh."

She sat up, stretching her arms.

"My best friend and I have lunch here a lot. Eheh, I think I kinda slept in, though, after lunch."