The couch that she's woken up on is anomalously comfortable. It's almost enough to make her not question overly much how she got here in between the pulsing of her headache. At least, until the previous day catches up to her, and she can only flop back the couple of inches she'd risen with her hands pressed over her face. She really wishes that she still had her sunglasses.

"Where...?" A peek between her fingers tells her that this is not somewhere that she's been before. She didn't end up in some new god's sitting room, did she? They're going to be getting a piece of her mind if so...