[Sentience wasn't kidding about the exhaustion that lingers from the night before. Maybe a little more than she would've expected, but she's still not quite clear on what exactly happened. She put off asking her own questions to listen to others asked for the morning so far, planning on hitting the Kiosk at her own pace once she's figured out what's best to ask.
Other than that, she only stepped out of bed once this morning to shrug off her sneakers, socks and pants for a cozy pair of sweats and to survey bruising in the mirror. And then she sits on the edge of her bed, shrugging on a clean tank top and... trying to kick some order into the clutter of her bedroom floor.]