Noah was woken up by a loud sound, which meant ignoring the headache that had her temples in a vice and the nausea in her stomach, and jumping to her feet as she grabbed her knife and brandished it... at John, Benjamin's bottle in her other hand. "Fuck." A couple more seconds and she relaxed, put her knife away. "Don't wake a girl like that, you'll get your throat cut one day."
And she walked straight over to Benjamin's bottles of pills to grab a painkiller and down it with some more whisky. Hair of the dog and everything.