"I did. Until the bell started ringing." She smiled, but the irritation was still plain on her face, and since she didn't know (she suspected Hawk, but had no proof) who had actually done the bell-ringing (and thus had no one to pointedly glare at), she allowed an irritated huff to suffice. She didn't pay much attention to the conversations swirling around her; she'd never been a morning person, and if the only thing the "grown-ups" (she was technically an adult herself, but she was definitely the youngest in the group) wanted to do was try to out-talk each other, she had no interest in participating. Besides, as far as she could tell, none of them were talking about her or the coming mission, so it probably wasn't important to her anyway. She yawned and stretched in her chair. It was times like these that she missed her days in the orphanage: it might have been a dirty existence, but she had had friends to play with and talk to. Now it was just a bunch of grumpy old men (and Cora, who did seem nice) seeing who could puff out their chest further. Absently, she poured a cup of tea and sipped it slowly, bringing both legs up on the table as she did so.