Oh, he's security. Sorry for the accusation, Helpy. [Hopefully Mike enjoys hearing that apology because she'd never give one to an actual human being.

Mike's answer doesn't quite make sense, if only because he's still making that decision every single time he doesn't just throw her out, but... that fact just gives her another warm little feeling in her chest. There's something he likes about her, she's sure of it. He's just too much of a cranky bitch to say it outright.]

Alright, I'm going to bed. [She stands up with a long, indulgent stretch and even more indulgent yawn, then goes to grab her cake and stash it far in the back of a stock fridge in case Mike was serious about billing her for it. Once she's back out at the side of the stage, she adds:] Just give me a few minutes first if you need to come back for anything, alright?

[Her bedroll is tucked beneath the big table that holds both the lighting and sound boards since it's all pre-programmed, and she got his permission to clear out the bottom level of some utility shelving (under his supervision) for her few possessions. Once she's changed and hidden away for the night, Mike can generally come and go as necessary without disturbing her sleep too badly.]