[Her time in the prison has allowed her to sleep a little deeper and more soundly than she ever could back home—always ready for attack. However, when her bed partner sits up suddenly she takes notice. She looks outward before inward, eyes sweeping the room for any abnormalities. Finding none, she looks back to Chekov. Putting a hand on his shoulder. Not being able to see his face it's harder to notice the fine differences of a few years of aging.] Pavel?