Despite the time, Connie had never fallen asleep. The knock on the door triggers an automatic fight or flight response that she barely suppresses, forcing herself not to hold her breath but to breathe steady and evenly.

Across the room, her roommate shifts in her sleep and the fabric of the sheets rustle beneath a groan, but she doesn't awaken.

Careful not to make a sound, Connie stands from her bed and moves towards the door. There's no whistling and she hadn't been in the Invention's systems that night, which settles her frayed nerves somewhat, but despite that, she hesitates to open it. Surely, the Director's attack dogs wouldn't knock, right?

Finally, she opens the door and its both a surprise and a relief when she sees who's there.

"Texas?"