"Not currently." Is the groggy response, muffled by distance and the dull weight of a half-stuffed pillow. She's dressed, thankfully, but it's all stale clothing from the night before and-- all right fine-- maybe fleecing the local crowd with number 7 and no partner in crime at her side to help her ditch the drinks rather than stow them away was just bloody stupid on her part.

But then again, no one's around to judge, save for the sunshine hovering at her hotel room door.

"Try again in five-- ten. Fifteen...hours."