She shoots him a smirk. "Bottom bunk will do, I think." Especially for what she has in mind. She's not winded from walking, not tired out like she would have been merely a week before, but she doesn't think she's up to the extended work of topping him in bed yet. She can't wait until she gets the chance to do so, but until then she thinks she can handle being in a sturdy hands-and-knees position.

She turns around to face him, backing in a bit toward the bottom bunk. "Come here, then."