Mira stood stunned as Otto walked out of the home, her eyebrows furrowing together. She hadn't expected such an outburst from him. He was [i]gone[/i] for five years. What right did he have to insist he knew the situation better than she? Or was she being too passive about the situation? She brushed her hair from her face and looked around the empty home, her other hand tapping anxiously at her skirt. Her gaze lifted to the stairs--she could ask Klaus for advice. But she had already dismissed his concerns and he was more than likely asleep anyway. 

With an exhausted sigh, she sat the the table again, scratching at her scalp. She needed Praetor. She needed Lucian. She needed Otto. She needed her family-- But they were all doing something about the mess outside when she just wanted them to mind their business. Her lips pursed together and she squinted her eyes against the sun that broke through the kitchen window. She hid her face from the light by burying it in her arms, struggling to come up with a solution. Soon, however, she was asleep at the table.