Amelia popped up behind Ladon almost instantaneously. "Yes, someone's home, and they're quite angry-" Amelia paused to yawn. "-that their sleep was interrupted." She rubbed her eyes with the side of her wrist, obviously having just awoken from a nap, as evidenced by her unruly hair and lack of make-up. Her eyes were half closed, and there were little pools of tear fluid at the corners of her eyes which she continued to wipe away with one of her hands, the other one having it's thumb stuck in her mouth. A small blanket could be seen held between her thumb-mouth arm, and her body. To top it off she was clad in full skintight footsie bat and pumpkin print pajamas. Removing her thumb from her mouth and wiping it on her calf, she sighed. "What do you want, when do you need it, and can you go away so I can go back to being nocturnal? Also, I'll need to check on that idiotic slave of mine. He's probably somewhere pissing in an experiment, the moron.." She began grumbling on under her breath. Well, Ladon had gone ahead and done it. He had woken Amelia out of her nap, and now she was cranky.