God she can't believe how much she wishes she had Eiffel right now. He'd have to have some stupid pop culture reference about what the hell is going on.

"How the hell does this make any sense...?" But the mumble is more to herself, as her icy gaze finally relents, falling to her side table to look for a hair tie - she never sleeps with her hair down, it feels awful - but when she goes to grab the one sitting there, her eyes land on the photo sitting there, one that she'd initially dismissed out of hand as a irrelevant, and actually looks at it.

And goes very still.