Night of the Dead

"I'm so sorry-" you begin, but find yourself slamming to the other side of the car, away from Miranda. She's blushing slightly, but says nothing.

After a bit of crazy driving (after the landing on top of Miranda incident, you finally put your seat belt on) Mr. Hunter drove up to a huge, remote mansion in the middle of woods. You get out of the car and just stand there, your jaw touching the ground.

"Um...do you LIVE here?!" you ask, forgetting to be polite about it.
"Yes, now come in," Mr. Hunter says. You quickly scramble into the mansion, making sure to check out every nook and cranny there was. After dinner, you went to bed. But was too traumitized (I guess that's the right word for it?) and excited to sleep. The three of you had reached an agreement to sleep near to your weapons...and near to each other.

Meaning...Miranda was dozing peacefully in her sleeping bag on the ground with you, with Mr. Hunter farthest away from you. You kept glancing at her, her bare arms sticking out, and her dress that made her chest more prominent was rather thin...

Suddenly, she rolls over onto her side, so that's she facing you, her face an inch away from yours.