It was the jolt that woke her up.  Mirajane's eyes flew open as the entire lamp received a shake, sending her an inch into the air and dropping her back onto her comfy bed.  She sat up and waited a moment, but whatever had happened, it didn't seem as though Paxton was trying to summon her.  [i]So what[/i] is [i]he doing?[/i] she wondered, stretching her arms up and over her head.  With a snap of her fingers, a plate of pancakes and a glass of juice appeared before her, and she quickly dug into them.  Even as bland as conjured food was, pancakes were still her favorite breakfast meal.  Once they were all gone, she sighed contentedly, ready to start the day.

She still disliked serving humans, but the fact that she now had a master at least allowed her to leave the lamp from time to time; actually having a day to start was a wonderful thing for her.

With another stream of colorful smoke, she slid her way out of the lamp, recognizing at once that, though he was still beside her, Paxton and she were no longer in the boy's room.  "Good morning, Master."  She greeted him cooly and dutifully, her voice still giving no indication that she regarded him with anything other than disdain.  However, it [i]was[/i] just a little bit nicer a tone than before - her initial dislike had cooled in the night.  She glanced around, noting that her lamp was now sealed within an odd pouch, made to be hung on a person's body (or so she guessed, judging by the two large strips on the back).  [i]Ah.  That would explain the jolt.[/i]  Upon further inspection - including phasing through the window and looking outside - she also realized that she was in one of the strange metal wheel-boxes that she'd seen up on the roof the previous night.

"If I may ask, just what exactly [i]is[/i] this?" she asked, motioning to the wheel-box.  "How can such a large metal box, even one with four wheels, move itself so quickly?"  If asked, she would immediately deny it, but curiosity had always been one of her stronger aspects.