Today just happened to be one of those days where Mikaela wanted to be, like, super lazy. And the ideas of the simple act of "waking up" just sounded like a total chore. Hence the reason for the pillow ammunition leaving Sam with a completely dumbfounded face that would never hit the daughter of a grease monkey's vision. Because she now had a protective shield around herself -- a shield most people called a blanket -- and it saved her from the outside world. Including that morning thing she wasn't exactly feeling right now.
"Go away," she muttered in response, even if it didn't exactly answer his question or anything. She wasn't much for conversation right now. Or, well, anything that didn't include sleeping. It wasn't really like her to be lazy like this, but for some reason it just felt so good laying here in soft comfort. Even if she kinda missed her pillow right now. Of course, even if she had it, the moment she felt the bed jumping up and down, she'd lose it again. This time she'd take aim to hit him even harder. "Go away," she yelled louder, pulling the blanket tighter around her when she felt the up and down motion of the bed.
Of course, like any girl, she liked surprises. Unless those surprises included something metal, being tall and homicide. Homicide that included her new robotic friends and fleshy humans all the same. Peeking a squinted, blue eye from under the covers, a muffled, "Something to show me?" came from her lips. The words showed her interest and it would only increase once she came to know that "something" was a gift. Yeah, she may not be like most girls her age, but who didn't like a good, random gift? Really. She was all girl. Just... under a toughter exterior than most.