You wake rather abruptly as the furry side of the cat you had been lying against suddenly moves out of the way. Without any remark to you, the animal pads out into the store. A second later, you hear the door click and open. Marisa has arrived.
Unfortunately, your vantage point is off to the side of the back room door, giving you no view of what is going on out there. However, you can hear the faraway echoes of conversation, though it is impossible to make out the words with your tiny ears. No doubt the cat is giving his owner the rundown of last night's events.
Soon, you hear Marisa's footsteps approach before she enters. Immediately, she zeroes in on the cat bed and spots you. For a moment, she pauses, giving you a cold glare. For your part, you are stunned at the sight of several band-aids placed around one side of her face where shards of glass had grazed her. Somewhere beneath her hair, you know her head sports a nasty bruise.
Did you really do all that to her? A pang of guilt grips you. Regardless of the terrifying unknown Marisa represents, you had been raised never to harm a woman. Even a hundred times your height, from across this vast room she looks like nothing more than a poor, defenseless, injured girl.
But she is not so defenseless, is she. Guilt now mixes with fear. What will she do with you now?
Without a word, Marisa turns away and continues to her desk.
Tossing her jacket onto the coatrack in the corner and placing a large stuffed duffel bag on the desk, she moves to open the blinds on her office window to let cool daylight inside. Glass crunches under her shoes, more reminders of your crimes.
You expect her to say something about it, but instead, she begins to clean up the mess in deliberate silence. Gathering up her ruined monitor and shattered lamp, she places them in the trash before getting a broom to sweep up the glass. A vacuum cleaner then takes care of the rest, leaving the floor spotless. All this time, you crouch in the cat bed, hugging the side for warmth while watching her every move.
At last, the room is put to right again. Marisa then opens up her duffel and brings out another monitor, probably one from her home. Setting it up quickly, she boots up her computer and gets to work.
For the next hour or so, she types away, still not acknowledging your presence. Is she going to ignore you for the whole day? Still, the air seems to be getting warmer, a relief as you are still naked.
Finally, you can take the wait no longer. Gingerly, you climb out of the cat bed and walk towards her. Getting to the middle of the floor takes a while, and the desk now blocks your view of Marisa's face. Carefully, you clear your throat and pause. Wait, can she hear you at this size?
"Have something to say?" Marisa's voice echoes off the ground around you. "Go ahead. I can hear you." Well, that answers that.
Taking a breath, you speak.