[Her communicator is off, and sitting near her on the bed. They are in their own house, and luckily all three speak the same language so there isn't much use for one. For that reason she misses the flash of the girl in the pan. Yet she catches his voice, and is sure he's addressing her.
Her brows knit. Geez, what gives. He's being a bit of a grump, isn't he. Lifting herself off her bed, she meanders downstairs and peeks into the kitchen.]