Carver's vines lazily flopped around until they found some part of each of the two, and haphazardly smacked them both. She could throw a good stinging slap or solid punch during the mid-sleep fights, but now was don't-wanna-wake-up time, and she could afford to be more sluggish.

Her head was on its usual shelf, leaving her silent. But she tried to convey with vague motions and pointing that their ruckus -- well, mostly Shock's squirming, but that was kind of Lock's fault too --was shifting Barrel around. And she liked where her leg rest was currently positioned.