Sitting perched on the kitchen chair.  A instinctive startle jump when the bottle is broken with the smashing of it within the paper bag.  Unsure of what is going to happen next.  She remain quiet, as the bottle now smashed is thrown into the garbage.  With you turning to address her.<br/><br/>What you should have done last night.  Brings all kind of possibilities surging into her thoughts.  As she rise up with the command to do so.<br/><br/>Following you, and pausing just in the doorway of your room.   When you stopped just inside.  Her gaze drop fall across and over the bedroom. As she await your next move or command.   While the thoughts of what you said, about should have last night, dominant her thoughts.