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Q had been pretending to nap. 

In the midst of all that pretending, she really had begun to doze off though. She was planning her next "make a break for it" moment. Which was the instant anyone else showed their face... that seemed to be when the tall, leggy blonde (read: mom) was busiest. Cue snoring whilst she planned her thrilling adventure, head on Prim or Alyx all the while, the cadence of their little heartbeat lullaby enough for sinister monster #1 (or was it #2?). 

Voices woke her quickly enough. Her snores seemed to cut short as familiar stuff started up and Q opened up one eye (the obvious, visible one... that she could also see with, now) to squint around. Indeed, there seemed to be something blocking the den entrance and obscuring the light... 

Quetzal rose to all fours and bolted, looking hella similar to track star Usain if you asked her. Ask anyone else though and they'd compare her to a bat literally flying out of hell but hitting every obstacle along the way. Firstly, she tripped over Rosie (god!!!!) and fell into Alyx (UGH!). But she got onto her feet again (fall 20 times, get back 21, right fam?) and stumbled like a drunken sailor towards the out direction. 

That was when Meerkat popped her head in, and her mother spoke. The first earned a hearty, Kevin Mcallister AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! from her. To her credit, though, she didn't stumble backwards or fall. Her flight or fight instinct told her to root herself right there (ineffective, then) and just gawk. Who was this? What was this? 

Nevermind her other plans, quickly forgotten. Q launched toward this new and exciting thing with excited verve, babbling, Ahhabfhagakg, kanbawba!!! all the while, which translated roughly to, oh, shit!!! you're not the redhead or the brunette I know!!! Which was incredible. Her little rat tail whipped wildly left and right, a perfect visual representation of her excitement.