Through the door, Sonya just barely managed to not roll her eyes. She could tell well enough that the woman was lying, or atleast trying to put on a cover.
"Kitana, it's me. Much as I get trying to hide back bad memories, I also know most of them don't have you screaming in the middle of the night-I'm familiar enough with them to know."
Her voice is more concern than mocking. She understood well enough how bad nightmares could get-she's been living with them for over a decade, she had to know.