Saffron had spent the better part of her night reading up on the medical benefits of the organic resources in her new surroundings, and it was well past midnight when she'd even began to consider hitting the hay (literally). Uncomfortable with dogpile-esque arrangement in the barn and her proximity to the livestock, she'd slept 4 hours tops before the commotion began.

At first, it had only been one or two persons and that insufferable hammering, and she'd grumbled and rolled over, but now those two persons were a commotion of conversations and working. 

When she sat up, the vertebrae of her spine popped in crescendo, and her hands clumsily dragged at the corners of her eyes. Her face and legs were numb--heck, [i]everything[/i] was numb--she more or less tripped out of the barn. She retrieved her cane where she'd left it at the door the night prior and glanced around. 

Most of the pack was already getting on various assignments or involved in little conversations, and she felt at a loss. Giving a soft sigh through her nose, she began hobbling towards the diner, where she'd seen Niall enter moments before. It wouldn't feel as imperative if she asked what he'd like her to do, she supposed--those resource books were mind-numbingly bland, anyways.

She didn't notice the notepad that slipped out of her back pocket as she walked, and it lay in the dirt waiting for someone or something to trample it.