Upon the continual onslaught of the pillows, Emma shot straight up on her couch and narrowed her eyes to slits as she looked right at Syrisa. Many people learned from experience...that it was not wise to wake up the warrioress roughly from a nap or slumber. Such a thing spelled instant disaster. The only thing this woman mage had in her defense was that there was a hefty sum on the line for her protection...otherwise, she would have been dead a long, long time ago. Emma kept up the gaze before letting out a quick, frustrated exhale and then laid back on the couch.<br/><br/><i>Brat...That's all you're ever going to be...</i><br/><br/>She took the pillows on the floor and put them on the arm rest. Now, with pillows under her head, her arms crossed under her breasts, unknowingly making them stand out a bit. She knew the mage was going to do something...it was only a matter of time before the little squirt jumped her in her sleep. But, she was going to be ready to counter it when it did happen. The catering service would take awhile to get there...seeming as how the place was packed with people who needs servicing and they were on the top most floor...leaving a whole floor to be considered before them. So who knew when they were going to come.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>