The first thought that passed through Sarianna's mind, as she woke, was that she'd really like it is the guy with the jackhammer would stop using it on her<em>skull.</em>She groaned, and covered her acute cat ears with her hands; already flattened against her skull, it didn't help that much, but it did let her cradle her head as she rolls over, curling into the fetal position for a moment, as her tail wraps around her. She idly entertained the idea of tossing a live grenade out the window towards the offending car, but discarded the idea because she might miss it, and that would be a waste of a perfectly good grenade.<br/><br/>Fumbling around, she grabs her shirt from the night before, and wraps it around her head to provide a little more muffling, as she stands, somewhat unsteadily, and stretches, showing off her lean, toned, some might even say<em>cat-like</em>body, before shuffling across the floor strewn with empty bottles towards the bathroom to start up a nice, long shower to hopefully knock some sobriety into her, stopping off at the coffee machine to set a pot to brewing, before moving towards the shower.<br/><br/>About thirty minutes, and a brief bout of self-pleasure later, she emerges from the shower and towels off, quickly, making her way, still nude, back out to the main room of her abysmally small apartment, cramped even more than the average renter thanks to her... supplies, sipping the cup of always-too-hot coffee, as she goes to check on the news, and to see what messages have come in on her comlink, making sure it's in audio-only mode, in case someone calls. No sense in giving them a free show, after all. Not at first, anyway.