She was awake, in fact, having had her four hour stretch of sleep earlier in the evening, she'd probably have another couple hours after breakfast, as was becoming habit.
At that particular moment she'd been reading, blinking up at the not-really voice. She smiled, unfolding from her perch in her library, padding barefoot to the door, wearing her PJs still, the beef cake ones because they made her laugh, "Do you have any idea what time it is?" She said by way of greeting once she had the door open.