The star had moved right past impatient and back into fluttery and paranoid within the passing of a mere handful of minutes - and pacing had gotten rather boring (and vaguely achy) after a little while too, really.

So she's flopped herself down on the grass not too far from the gap in the Wall, hands folded in something resembling propriety and head tipped back and blinking toward the sky.

She hasn't quite figured out how she plans on getting herself up quite yet.