Stacey sloppily woke up and stumbled her way through the inn and down the stairs. She threw her hair up messily and pulled a sweet roll from a basket, she ate it quickly and wiped the crumbs from her mouth. She took a seat, isolated from everyone and threw her holster on the table. She laid her head back and groaned, waking up in the early morning was never one of her favorite things. She grabbed a rag from the middle of a table, and started to try and rub the dirt from her face, getting to the inn the day prior was a bit dirtier than she had imagined.