Eyes narrowed, Wanda opened the door a crack already in her pajamas. She'd just fallen asleep on the couch with a book and the knock had jolted her from her doze, sending a thrill of fear through her that came with living a life expecting someone to kick down your door and drag you away. She opened it wider when she saw who it was, but her uneasy frown became a scowl. "Don't do that," she said, not even sure herself whether she meant the faked accent or the startling her awake. It took her another moment to figure out what the girl had been saying and then she shook her head. "It's late."