"It's early in the day. I'm sure she's fine." Agatha hadn't spoken with Lana much, and certainly wasn't nearly as attached to her as her own sister would be, but in the little acquaintance they did have she'd seemed decent if brusque. She certainly wasn't thrilled to find anyone unaccounted for, but she'd just have to rely on their captors' habit of waiting till at least dinner to do anything.

Besides, Agatha reflected, piling her plate nearly to overflowing with mainly sausage, she entirely understood the urge to sleep in. She'd been up till all hours fighting, and though once again she didn't feel as tired or as beaten up as she reasonably should, she was still feeling it.