The problem, as the adrenaline drains and the shock wears off, isn't that it'd be hard to sleep. It'd be too easy. Deep in the earth has always felt safe, to Rain, in a way that it probably shouldn't given the sleepless hordes of the dead and, also, people coming down to stick said sleepless hordes into batteries for cool technology. (Laser beams! Powered! With! Ghosts!)

But after the whole... everything. She'd found it way too easy to just drift, when she's sitting down here. Relax and let her mind empty, and just experience the quiet. She's made sure not to, and is stripping out of her coat, and mask, and hat, and everything into her cute leggings and tunic under it, brown and green emerging from grayscale like a corporate screensaver being shaken off and showing the desktop wildlife background. She scowls at that metaphor. Not her best.

But! But the point is. She sleepy. Which is why she's used subpar metaphors, otherwise a banishable offense. And, and, she's going to need to emerge back up into where she's hidden her ornithopter and then meet up with the other two again, probably, sometime soon. So she leaves the muttering of the lost behind, and starts up a ladder to a back room of a bookstore that closes early, opposite a good bahn mi place, and... hm... she could probably bring bahn mis for everyone as an excuse to have one.

Cheered, she scrambles up the ladder faster. So much easier to do this when you're almost weightless. Gym class could never.