Finn Gibbs
Finn felt like groaning. Typical Elizabeth. Normally, he'd leave her alone, but today wasn't exactly what he'd call normal. Frustrated, Finn looked back at the sleeping girl. He knew her, but at the same time, he didn't. This was beyond strange. "Ellie, I swear to god."
Taking a sniff, Finn was suddenly overwhelmed by how disgusting he smelled. Technician oil and sweat still clung to his shirt and skin, making him look more like a monster than a human.
"Crap, I'd better change," Finn said to himself. Grabbing a clean shirt and jeans (his, these were his clothes out of the closet), Finn headed straight to the washroom. Grimacing at his grimy face, Finn changed quickly, throwing his old clothes onto a growing pile of dirty laundry next to the bath. Turning on the sink, he scrubbed his hands clean, and then his face. Looking back up, Finn saw that he'd cleaned most of the grime off his face. It would have to do.
Looking at least a little presentable, and not exactly knowing what to expect, Finn went back to Ellie, who hadn't moved since he'd tried to nudge her awake. Once again, Finn poked her, this time a little bit more harshly and on her cheek.
"Come on, Ellie. Open your eyes for me."