"Maybe I should try it" Quorra heard herself say, blinking as her brain trying to process the image of Sam shirtless, not quite coming to terms with it. She understood that there were no Grid suits here. The clothes she was still wearing were thinner, she could feel the fabric move against her skin. It made her feel anticipation for…what exactly she didn't know but she had such an awareness of her body here…of Sam's body. Quorra thought of the way Sam's sky blue eyes had penetrated her own, and the way he had tentatively moved to grasp her after he had awoken, and it sent shivers up her back. He had wanted to touch her, she knew it, and he had been hurt when she pulled away. But why? Maybe sleeping wasn't the only thing she should try. If she were going to fit in Sam's world, she would need to let him touch her. He seemed to need it and she thought absently that maybe she needed it to. So that, in his eyes anyways, she felt real.

Quorra let her eyes drift over Sam as he flopped down on his bed beside her with an exhaustive sigh, his hands resting on his broad chest and absently scratching. "It might be good," his deep voice broke her from her internal thoughts. She looked at him blankly. "To try. It might be good to try to sleep," he clarified turning his head to look at her. Quorra startled slightly when she realized their faces were only inches apart and she left a clench in her stomach, wishing Sam would touch her again now so she would know what it felt like. "Until I can talk to Alan tomorrow, we should probably assume that you need rest like the rest of us…" Sam trailed off, looking worriedly at her. "We should probably assume you are human now, until someone tells us differently."

Quorra quirked her eyebrows at his use of the word 'us' but smiled softly, reassuring him that she wasn't offended. "Will Alan be able to help - us?" She asked him slowly.

Sam turned over on his side to face her more fully now, his eyebrow furrowed in thought. "I really don't know, he should…Besides my dad he is the only one that knew about the "final frontier". And he knew the way my dad thought…we can trust him and he can help us till we get more answers."

Quorra's attention was peaked at the mention of Flynn, understanding that Alan must be the colleague Flynn had so often mentioned to her on the Grid. If Sam and Flynn trusted him, she would too. "We will see him tomorrow?" She asked, curious.

"I told him to meet us at Encom in the morning to try and explain things to him before…well, all hell breaks lose with this board meeting," He replied, starting to mutter to himself a bit. "We don't want Dillinger finding out too soon," a dark look crossed his face for a moment, "but if we can get access to the development team maybe….well, maybe they could run some tests or something." He sounded so unsure, Quorra's chest tightened, overwhelmed with her first experience of guilt. She wanted to do something to try and reassure him but she didn't know how, trying to remember all the books she had read asking herself what the heroes would have done in her shoes. She came up empty. But her body reacted independent of her mind, surprising her as her hand reached for Sam's, which had been resting on the bed between them. His eyes widened and shot to hers, his body still next to her, before he relaxed, letting his fingers close around hers, giving her comfort right back. This is nice. Quorra thought, her eyes drooping closed. Why didn't I do this before? Being this close to him allowed her to feel the warmth he constantly radiated and she let it seep through her hand, up her arm and into her heart. It made her feel…slow, lethargic…drowsy. That's the word.

When Quorra opened her eyes once more, she no longer had to squint into the darkness to see Sam beside her. The light had changed, angling across the room and signaling a new day. She realized she had slept for the first time in her life, her hand still clamped in Sam's and, as she stretched out the cramps in her limbs, she couldn't ignore the delicious feeling that crept upon her. Quorra had never shared a bed with anyone before. On the Grid she had her own room, far enough away from Flynn that it afforded her what he called "privacy", though she didn't really understand what he meant. He had explained it to her that it meant her right to be alone and keep secrets to herself that she didn't have to share with anybody. But when she had really thought about it, what secrets did she have reason to keep from Flynn? None had come to mind. He knew everything about her. He knew her algorithm. That was the only secret she had to share with somebody. That's what she had thought then. Now things are different.

Quorra's eyes flicked to Sam who looked deep in sleep, his breathing erupting in soft snores every so often and his face youthful and relaxed. No more dreams. She thought. He looked so…so…childlike with his hair mussed and his shirt riding up on his chest, exposing his stomach. She laughed quietly, thinking that she was glad she never shared a room with Flynn if that is what people looked like in their sleep. Looking at Sam made her feel confused and her stomach feel funny. Suddenly, a short yip emanated from the corner of the bed that made Quorra sit up with a question in her eyes, only to look down upon Marve who had apparently made his bed at their feet. And he looked back up at her with bug eyes, before jumping up and leaping off the bed and making his way out of the bedroom, his eyes looking back over his shoulder at her as if to check if she was following him. Quorra, curious, moved to get out of bed, gently tugging her hand free of Sam's and made her way after Marve. She was momentarily distracted as she walked past a mirror and spied her own reflection. Messy hair, pillow marks on her face, cloudy eyes, and a bright smile on her face. I am one of them now. She thought, making a little effort to fix her hair before turning away and continuing to follow Marve into the next room. He was letting out little whines and sniffing at a big back in the corner by the dog bed and wood stove, trotting back and forth in front of it, the sound of his clicking toenails surprisingly loud. He must be hungry. Quorra guessed, and so she clumsily fed him, spilling some of the food on Sam's floor in the process.

She was bending over to try and clean some of it up when Sam's voice echoed from the other room and the floor began to creak as he walked into the room holding a device to his ear, talking into it. "I know. Yes, I know, I will be there soon." He sounded irritated, blearily wiping at his eyes, evidently he wasn't quite as awake as she was. "Alan, I will explain everything when I get there okay? There is someone I need you to meet before…" he trailed off at this, sparing Quorra a curious glance at her crouching on the floor next to Marve who was greedily chomping down on his breakfast. She shrugged uselessly up at him. His attention was diverted, however, "No, we need to talk before the meeting in private, I don't want Dillinger in on this yet." Quorra stood up. Sam had mentioned this…Dillinger last night as well. Why was he so adamant that he was not to be trusted? "Okay, we'll be at Encom in an hour." With that, Sam snapped the device shut and turned to her with a searching look, his eyes probing her own. The hair on Quorra's neck stood on end as she realized that he was trying to figure out what she must be thinking. She smiled at him. Despite all the confusion that she knew she would have to face today, her first day in this new world, the strange faces and the uncertainty of who to trust…she knew that she could always trust Sam just as she had always trusted Flynn. In one night with him she had conquered sleep, and more than that, allowed herself to be touched and to feel finally real. Quorra had woken up with such a feeling of newness and anticipation that could not be shaken, even by the wrinkles of worry on Sam's forehead as he stared at her in the morning light, his hair standing in all directions. He finally broke the silence. "Are you ready for this?" He asked her lowly, knowing she had heard his conversation with Alan.