An arched brow was her silent reponse. Her fingers twitching and eyes narrowing were the only signs that showed her irritation. 

"I have to stay here...oh grand." Hee words were hissed between her teeth, the fluctuation of air around her reminded her of just what she was. Pulling the closest chair with a jerk of her wrist, Kayla sat heavily against it and tried to quell the mixture of fear and resignation waring within her mind.  She wouldn't be alone, her 'strange' sleeping patterns would be of interest to them. Kayla closed her eyes and slumped against the hard back of the wooden chair, terrific. "And where exactly am I to sleep?" She asks after a moment of silent thought, her head lifting up with pure will alone. Her body felt suddenly heavy, every muscle ached and her eyes were fluttering to keep open. 

She'd pass out soon, a frown crossed her features as a thought struck her. [i]Why[/i] was she so tired? [@Grey]