Joy had been snoozing gently for the last few hours. A night owl by anyone's standards so she was in her sleep cycle very deeply. With all the things that happened, the most awkward thing was being in a bed. She hadn't been used to it in a while, so even though she was asleep it was light. The incessant poking drew her to the surface of consciousness just barely. She moaned and groaned in protest, mumbling incoherent things and very lazily swatting at the culprit's hand. Of all times, why now? She was tired as hell. Course she then thought it was number twenty trying to bug her so she didn't think much of it at the time.