Firefly Glen Wouldn't you think by now I'd be ready?

She was sinking back under when whatever it was, persistent bugger, started prodding her again. This time she snapped awake, opening her eyes despite seeing nothing from them.

She lunged to her feet, her teeth flashing as she tried to take a bite at her assumed scavenger. She made it barely a step before she stumbled and fell, though, collapsing again with an annoyed hiss. She needed real rest before she could actually do anything, not whatever this had been.

Touch me again and you’re done. She growled, her ears flicking to try and tell where her assumed attacker was. Just because she wasn’t in fighting shape didn’t mean she couldn’t fight anyway.