Tamara blinks as she hears the deafening scream, not understanding what they are for, but they do sounds scared. She looks up when the sheets are removed, and she sees Anna staring at her, startled. The little tigress rubs her foggy eyes and yawns.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- I was tired Anna... I just wanted to take a quick nap before going back to the kitchen...</span>she says, yawning again and stirring some like only felines can stir.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- I'm sorry...</span>she adds after looking at the scared maids, confusely sensing that something is wrong, but unable to point what it is.<br/><br/>She jumps out of the tray, landing with feline grace on the floor, grooms a few starnds of fur on her arms, then looks up at Anna. Her tail flicks idly, a bit uncertain as to what to do now, but looking like a little fuzzy soldier awaiting orders.