The slumbering courier awoke with a start as the heavy door swung open, falling backwards and scrambling to catch herself with both hands. It left her looking up at the man who had just entered. Slowly her, eyes focused and the nonsensical blur of gray came together to form the semi-familiar visage of Thomas. She smiled weakly as he shared his little anecdote, "Y-yeah," she replied, equal parts groggy and unsure how to reply to the man. Pushing off of her hands, she sat back up and continued to watch Thomas with a guarded, distrusting squint. She waited for the questioning to begin. There was no other reason for the man to be back. The questioning itself wasn't what bothered her, she knew all the answers and could figure the questions they'd have for a messenger. The problem was what followed the questioning, because few were looking out for the rights of a foreign messenger and badge of honor or not she still very much relished the thought of leaving the country in a timely manner.