Rei sat up with a light jerk at the knock (and the yapping park of the Pomeranian she'd acquired for Karkat that followed) sitting very quiet and very still for about half a minute as she tried to reorient herself. Papers, photos, and rolls of undeveloped filmed stacked on the little coffee table that Rei had previously been napping on, earning a few smudges of pen ink on her cheek for her trouble.

She looked to the clock, then to the door, before she slowly stood and stretched herself out again. Neck, legs, and back all felt stiff from her unnatural sleeping position and her fingers were stained with markers and ink; she didn't quite feel presentable enough for visitors, but just leaving them would be rude, wouldn't it?

Why'd she have to fall asleep like that anyhow? Napping wasn't unusual for her; it's not like she got more than maybe three or four hours of sleep a night as it was, but passing out on the table was a little new.

"Shush, Lucky." She leaned down to pat the hyperactive little dog on the head and opened the door (there is a distinct lack of unlocking going on here, mostly because Rei's never locked the door before; it's been broken forever) with a yawn. "Yes?"

Wait what the hell is this she doesn't even.

"Kotetsu? Barnaby? Is something wrong?" Because why else would they both be showing up at her apartment unless something terrible had happened?