Fortescue doesn't sleep heavily. She keeps herself more or less on a hair trigger, in fact, as back home she had been through several attempts on her life in the middle of the night. When she hears Dilandau scream, she nearly jumps awake, heart racing, as she tries to figure out if it was a dream or reality. In the end, she decides it's best to check.

After all, if horrible monsters are attacking, it would be good for the rest of them to know. She pulls on her shirt and boots, taking her gun with her as a precautionary measure, and carefully navigates out of her room. Fortescue sticks to the shadows as she makes her way to Dilandau's door, knocking with her other hand on her gun. She knocks softly but firmly, every muscle tensed; ready for anything.

"Dilandau?"