Adora isn't exactly a light sleeper, but she doesn't sleep heavy either. She's spent years sleeping on an uncomfortable little pad in a room full of other people and occasionally had to try and fight people for rations or who knows what else. And for a while she was sleeping with a knife. So when Mac prods at her, she jolts awake and her fist comes around automatically in a punch and a battle-cry.

Some things haven't changed. Especially since she's in a new, strange, hostile place, full of unfamiliar faces and incredibly on edge.

Sorry, Mac.