Maybe if I could just clear my throat again and attempt at something bassier. I can sound like myself and she’ll be less suspicious. I’ll sound like me.

”Ahem…Who~ooo’s there?” I ask, a touch more well-spoken than an owl’s first run at English.

“Your rooooomate?” she laughs, “You sure you’re alright? I heard a lot of noise, and it’s umm…almost noon.” Like everything else in Alexa’s world, she sounds so familiar!

Meanwhile, the woman behind the door has been talking and might’ve been saying something important.

“…And if you’re wondering what that delicious smell is…I’m making breakfast, so you better hurry up before I feed yours to the dog — Oh, heck! The dog!”

Her hurried voice seems to fade out in footsteps down the hall, “Just shake a leg, ‘wontcha?”