Wake up Dodger.

You decide Dodger has had enough sleep, so you retreat to the front and start banging on it. You sense Dodger waking up and scurrying to the door to meet you. She asks unsure, "Hey, um, I'm Brooke."

You introduce yourself, "Hey, my names Artemis. I'm going to be crashing on your couch for a few weeks, remember?

Dodger face forrows for a moment then clicks blank, "Oh.. um, yeah. Sorry I haven't made up the couch..." then trails off.

You give a wink, "Oh, it's fine. We'll work things out as we go."