Ah, yes, that is, just a day or so ago, I've been—researching—

[ said through a yawn and a stretch, ooh, she's getting too old to fall asleep hunched over a desk. at least this time it's her desk in the quartermaster's office, which means she's not drawing looks in the library, or late to work. plus, she knows herself—she opens a drawer and pulls out a hairbrush, and gets to work detangling the mess she's made. ]

Sorry, oof. I'm awake, I'm ready, what do you need?