Kara sits up, snapping awake quickly. She reaches for the drawer beside her bed, grabs the sidearm she had come Here with. She checks the clip. It's full but she has no more ammo. She reaches for some clothes, pulling on fatigues and a tank and jamming her feet in her boots.
"No frakking clue," she says, hearing sounds coming from outside their suite, familiar sounds. Like a battle.