Stella has already been up for atleast a few hours. She preffered to spend her days sleeping, resing up for any evening matches, like most her kind, she was more comfortable at night.<br/><br/>She never worried about getting in trouble. With her ears, she could hear everything going on within every building in atleast a blocks radius. It was her guilty little sin, listening in to what people did in what they thought was relative privacy. She's perched on the edge of a table at a not yet open diner, pulling a tomato from her pocket and munching on it.