Chloe rubbed her eyes crankily and looked moodily at the clock. Six AM? Fair enough. She yawned and dragged herself out of bed, hair all over the place. It wasn't a pretty sight. Since she'd slept in her clothes, she was as ready as she'd ever be, so she slipped on her shoes, combed her hair into a slightly-more presentable mess with her fingers, and gritted her teeth slightly at the aches that had crept into her muscles. For a moment she froze in terror at the slight smell of chlorine, then relaxed. It was from the pool, and it had clung to her hair. The events of last night probably hadn't helped.