It had taken her enough time of it, but she'd finally adjusted to an endless night. Or, as adjusted as she'd ever be. There were times when everything blended together, and she'd lived so long on a vampire's schedule that being awake during the night had become an ironic sort of habit. But if being wounded was doing anything, it was making her rest. She'd pushed herself too hard, had assumed too much and thus failed. She was mortal, and while a match to any of the cheaply made vampires of Millenium, not a match to the creature she'd faced. Which would entail more training. Hellsing was currently comprised of two, and while that was an odd reflection of how she'd been at home it still meant if she was to do her duty she'd have to readjust to new enemies.
But even with getting better (and really wishing she could find a mission to send Alucard off to) she was still a light sleeper. Anything could wake her, which she was never sure if it was habit or just something part of her, so the sensation of a second individual in her bed was enough to pull her from dreams. It was also enough to set her hand on the gun she kept beside the bed and turn with it, firing a round right toward the forehead of whoever had dared. The bright flash, the sound, and the recollection of the only one who'd push it was enough to wake her up fully and in that instance she sat up and with her free hand turned on the light. "For God's sake Alucard." Then she got out of bed fully. "You will be cleaning that up!" She lowered her weapon and with her free hand set it on her side. She was all but healed. The cuts she'd gotten had gotten their stitches out, but the strain on her ribs still made itself be felt, especially in cases like this.