Ziri came down from her sanctuary, stomach rumbling, her hair bird-nest like and her attitude atrocious. She let out a incomprehensible line of grunts and slumped into an empty chair, pulling her knees into her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She eyed Simbad, Nadia and watched Nira leave as she rested her head on the table with a loud thump and let out another groan. All in all, Belaziri was not a morning person.