Cass let herself be guided toward the elevator. She was so tired she could barely feel her feet. Still, she perked up a bit at the mention of pancakes. Oh, how she loved pancakes.
But that seemed a thousand miles away at the moment. She nodded her approval and yawned, and stared at Dick as he motioned for her to be quiet. It wasn't until they were halfway down the manor's hallway that Cass' brain registered that he was trying to be stealthy. That really didn't make sense to her. Who was he trying to keep her rpesence a secret from? Who even lived her anymore besides Dick?
She wanted to ask him that, but he was busy giving orders, and he didn't seem willing to entertain any response from her that wasn't the "copy," she managed to whisper.
Once he'd left, she'd taken a good long look at the bed -- at least she assumed there was a bed underneath all those pillows -- and she toppled like a tree, falling face-first onto it.