As the sunlight hit her face, the hybrid’s first instinct was to roll over, bury her face in her pillow, and resume sleeping. Which would have worked perfectly well, had it not been for the sight she was met with upon her attempt. Her eyes widened, then narrowed, grateful for her inability to have a proper hangover, even while cursing her ability to get drunk — evidently to the point of blacking out, if who she was sharing a bed with was any indication. She wasn’t entirely certain which doppelgänger this was…but regardless, she was far from pleased at the discovery. Truthfully, she could only assume it was Elena, as there was little chance that she would have allowed Katerina to survive, had she encountered the elder of the pair. Exhaling in a huff, she dragged her fingers through her hair, slipping out of bed, paying no heed to her current state of undress as she scowled at the other woman. ”I think it’s time you go,” she stated, tone flat, save for a subtle, threatening edge. ”Now.”