Fox was still nursing the wolf bite to her leg. While she was grateful to be alive and almost shockingly not without a leg or bedridden due to infection. She was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a medical room in the hotel. Even though it wasn't fully staffed with medical professionals like a doctor's office or hospital would be, it was still good to have the designated space and equipment on hand for emergencies. Like the good drugs to treat her pain that appeared in her bathroom cabinet in the aftermath.
Having the pain meds on board, it took her a little longer than usual to stir from slumber. This would usually be considered a downside, since she has always needed to be sharp and alert and ready for anything at a moment's notice. However, given that there was no Recovery Room to speed along her healing here, this was the best she's got. Not usually a problem when she had no roommate for the time being and the hotel room door was bolted shut.
So the sudden appearance of the distinctly male voice was a bit of a shocker. She woke up and immediately reached for the knife she's stashed beneath her mattress, which Fox kept on hand ever since the harrowing journey into the maze. If not for the very clearly flustered and apologetic tone and appearance of the young man who was now somehow in her room, Fox might have flung the knife with deadly accurate--pain meds or no pain meds--and dealt with the consequences later.
Fox sat up, knife still clearly held in hand, ready to lash out. She slept in the nude, but that was not something she particularly cared about. "Who the fuck are you?" she demanded, not bothering to ask why the fuck he was there, since he obviously seemed just as confused about that fact as she was.