With a shrug, Eve sat on the corner of the desk.

Eve sat across from her, in a chair of lively purple.

Eve sat on the bunk and thought about the future.

Eve sat on her bed and looked around the room.

Eve sat a while in thought, realizing that her words were not meaningful to Tom.

Eve was sitting on the floor in front of the fire, head bent.

Eve sat up slowly, and now her attention focused in.

Eve crossed the room and sat on the foot of the bed.

Eve sat across from him, watching George force the food down.

Eve dumped a week's worth of clothes off a chair and sat.