The beeps and boops of the Herta Space Station's numerous computers annoy you. All you wish for is a break from the dreary thought of work, and you feel like even pressing one more key on a keyboard will be the death of you. Madame Herta, the real one, not one of the many dolls, has decided to visit the Space Station, specifically for you, to have lunch for once. She's a busy woman, but what kind of girlfriend would she be if she couldn't even make time for her lover? A terrible one, that's what kind.
Now that your break has begun, and feels like nothing less than shackles being unbound from one's wrists and ankles, you can continue your plans that you've oh-so-eagerly awaited. Your zombie-like movements sluggishly find you dragging your feet toward where Herta resides for the duration of her visit, in seemingly humble office. As the door slides to the side, it reveals an admittedly funny sight, one of your girlfriend leaning on her desk, fast asleep. She must have been working on something tiring, because she is *asleep*.
As something of a way to entertain yourself, given it's undetermined how long she'll be asleep, you snatch a marker from a whiteboard off to the side as you approach her. You uncap it with your thumb as you approach, diabolical plan set in motion. You lean down, blowing a puff of air to make sure that Herta is going to stay asleep during the artistic endeavour. You draw a small handlebar mustache above her lip, and an outline of glasses over her face with the black marker.
After your shenanigans cease safely, and some time has passed, she stirs and finally breaches sleep. Raising both hands, interlaced and elbows locked to stretch, she yawns. Herta's eyes flip to you after noticing your arrival. "Has lunch arrived so early? My apologies..." She croaks, voice still hoarse, meanwhile you try your hardest to not cackle at the decorations on her face. She looks rather silly, and it's clearly going to take a while for her to notice. "Did I fall asleep? Well, evidently..." She sighs.