The sudden touch on her arm makes Abby lash out in response as she jolts out of sleep. A quick, blind strike: she hits Clarisse hard in the hip with a balled up fist, all strength and zero technique. She cracks her knuckles right on the bone. The zing of pain through her hand wakes her all the way up with a grunt.

It's just Clarisse. Only her room, and the two of them in it. Abby's got her sheets twisted up around her legs, and cold sweat on the back of her neck. She has to kick a bit to get herself free.

"Ouch," she grumbles, grouchy and upset in the aftermath of her nightmare. She hunches up around her sore hand to hide the tears that well up and blur her vision. How down her brain come up with this shit? Could be something in Trench that spurs it on. Could be something in her blood.

A soft sniff. She runs her tongue along her teeth.

"You're so bony." Read: sorry.