Maybe it was the hangover, or how completely worn out she still felt, but the best she could do is mumble a drowsy, "Yay..." and do a lethargic fist-pump at discovering she still had a job and hadn't yet been found out. It was good that she didn't need to go in because she definitely would have called off. Also. Miguelle was an idiot. The challenge came and went. Beat him and got in, no problem.<br/><br/>She pulled her AR glasses off and set them back on her nightstand before she went right back to sleep.<br/><br/>============<br/><br/>When she woke up again, a few hours later, she just lay there for nearly another half-hour as she slowly gathered the willpower to push herself up. A worn sigh and several yawns left her lips as she shuffled to the kitchen to wash her hands and start some soy-caf in the hopes of using it to banish away her weariness.