Her brain, half-asleep, slowly processed what was going on. First thing, she was sleeping a second ago. Second thing, someone was shaking her. Third and finally, [I]someone was touching her in her sleep[/I].So she did the first thing her brain could think of, try to shut up whatever was bugging her. By shoving her hand in whoever-it-is' face. Grumbling about noisy humans, she sat up and yawned. Blinking her eyes open, she dimly noted that, oh, it was Sun. She huffed, crossing her arms. "What were you doing? Hasn't anyone ever told you that it's not polite to wake someone up when they're having a good dream?" She questioned, feeling a little miffed that what seemed to be the first memory of her past she's gotten back was interrupted.