[ Kate's duck is a little off, a little slow, and Johanna catches her right in the face, hard enough to prompt a grunt of pain and a whined curse. Kate jerks away and ducks more fully, both hands over her eyes, fingers cool against the skin but not enough to fend off the swelling she can already guess is coming. She mumbles another fuck under her breath and holds a hand out in guard, sitting up only warily, head drawn back out of immediate range. She's on the wall-side, and climbing out around her doesn't seem like any safer an option. ]

Johanna, wake up. You're on the ship. You're having a nightmare. I know they suck but if you try to punch me again I'm still shoving you out of bed. [ because ow that really hurt ]