Some more mumbling and some more things about earthquakes and bad booze before the landlord wanders off back downstairs. The snoring continues even with the yelling while it eventually does die off.<br/><br/>The swift poke to her rear only makes her moan out, soon enough with the kicking does the trick. Waking her up in short order, slowly sitting up and blinking and rubbing her eyes. Wondering what is going on and where she is, stretching and yawning and finally bothered to look up at you.<br/><br/>"Ugh... what century is this?"((OOC: Year 1356, based off the creation of a certain light tower off to the east that does some weird shit.))<br/><br/>Taking a look around and seeing the box in the corner that flew there from her transformation. Giving it a stare, mumbling about something or other about evil boxes while standing up and brushing off her ass. Taking a look around.<br/><br/>"Why is this place such a mess!? Oh wait... yeah I remember now. Rather hard to tone it down while enjoying a nice deep sleep."