Was it a knock that had woken her? Breasal lifted her head from her nest, the echo of what had sounded like someone hitting something along the walls of the tunnel reverberating in her mind. No one else was up. But she was awake now, and as this was one of the rare, rare, moments where she wasn't actually suffering from a migrane, so she chose to get up to investigate. Moving too fast, the mostly white she-cat with her russet undercoat lurched forward as dizziness make her stomach suddenly churn from the motion. The Mercenary steadied herself with a paw, taking a deep breath as the feeling past, eyes she hadn't even realized she'd close opening slowly, gilded flecks dancing across her sky blue gaze as she swallowed the bile in her throat and continued moving.