Figuring there was no point in standing vigil by the door in the case of something happened, Saga retreated to the main area and plopped herself on the couch with little fanfare. Hopefully Alabaster would be fine, and wouldn't inadvertently drown himself.

"This is why you should never pull all-nighters," she told the cat (who'd resettled himself on one of the arms), pulling her legs up onto the couch and snuggling against the cushions. "You never know when a nineteenth century Inspector Gadget is going to show up in the middle of the street."