Tracey had been slipping in between real sleep and not-actually asleep. She was in the midst of one of those not-really asleep moments when a voice interrupted her study of the magics in the bedframe. She managed to mostly unwind the monitoring spell that ratted her out when she tried to escape but lost control of it at the unexpected intrusion. She pouted when the spell snapped back into place and taunted her.
"No," she said, blinking at the figure in the door. It sounded like Callen but he was too blurry for her to tell. "Come in if you'd like."