Asha made a small grumbling noise when she heard something clatter. Like someone making something... But for some reason it felt like it was so loud. A slight frown forming on her face her eyes opened slightly. They zeroed in an asian guy making what looked like breakfast. Was it morning already? Really? Had she only sleep four hours? Because she felt like she was a zombie. And her head hurt. Maybe that's why everything sounded so loud all of a sudden. She sighed and closed her eyes again, frowning at the noises. The sun was starting to bear down on her and like a candle flickering under a cover, she could feel herself weakening. Her colors started to pale and the galaxy of stars on her body started to flicker out. It felt sort of like the after effects of donating blood. You felt like you had just been drained. 

Ah, she had used up too much energy of Sparky! With a frown she shifted in her chair, her forehead on the table. She grumbled uncomfortably. Ugh, she was irritated. It seemed like she might of saved the girl's life, but she almost felt like it had been a waste. What a horrible thought, but she darn sure that girl was almost as coco as Harley Quinn. Asha smirked. Leave it to comic references to amuse her in such a weird state. Her once floating hair draped over her listlessly, like a silky veil of watercolors. With a deep sigh she lifted herself up from the table. She gave a whole new meaning to 'looking a bit pale'. Observing her ghostly colored hand, she frowned tiredly. Like the night sky being drained of rich color by the arrogant sunlight, so had she.

Looking up at the three boys, almost a bit nervously, her eyes had washed of color too. Instead of the brilliant changing colors they had been, now they were just a mixing of pale lace blues and silver. She was pretty sure if she tried to get up, she'd stumble. It wasn't like she was sickly, it was just she was lowing on star-fuel, a bit beat from dealing with Sparks, and drained for a lack of sleep. And seriously, when had she last eaten? Yesterday morning. When she had been a new arrival. Asha bit the inside of her cheek and stared at her watercolored hands. Well, she might as well eat while she was in here. And she'd have to get up sooner or late. So she slowly lifted herself from her chair, unable to float. Trying to move around her chair, she felt the world tilt and black spots danced in front of her eyes. She hardly realized that the floor was fast coming closer and closer to her face. Bracing for the cold hard pain, she clenched her eyes shut.