Alabaster's appearance would have normally been greeted with a low whistle and an approving nod-- if not for the fact that the couch-dweller had drifted off where she sat. It wasn't that she'd done it deliberately; she'd had the best of intentions but, as she'd shared with Duff, all-nighters and surprises the entire day were bound to wear out even the toughest of souls.

Still, the man was given a welcome by the other awake inhabitant, who meowed loudly. The sound was audible for once, even if the cat himself remained unseen.