She turns in bed at the knock, turning her head enough to let her shirt absorb some of the sweat as she pushes to her feet and makes her way to the door. She hasn't felt like this since Mexico, but at least she hasn't started to have the fever-dreams again. The last thing she needs is to be plagued with nightmares of three bloody dots on her basement wall.

She leans heavily on the door as she opens it, summoning up enough energy to scowl at Cal. "What?" she demands.