Despite the obvious dismissal, she hangs around for a while, chatting with the minions, carrying on a conversation with one, as it works, and picking up the same conversation with another, as if they were the same one. Judging from the minion's responses... they might as well be. Curious.<br/><br/>Morning comes, and Wilding saunters in. "Mmm, nice place," she says, looking very much like she rolled out of bed, just a few minutes prior. As she appears to be wearing the same outfit as the day before, it also likely wasn't<em>her</em>bed. "I hear you make toys," she says, with a slight smirk.