Merope was an extremely light sleeper, so light that the slightest movement made cause for her to arouse. When she felt a gentle movement on the bench, her eyes widened in the dark and she looked around but found nothing, but sound. She leaned up and moved around until she found the body she heard shifting,"...S-Sam?" Merope picked the safest name in hopes that she'd heard his voice, but she knew that it wasn't going to happen.
"H-Hello?" She softly called, unsure if the noise would call back. It wasn't until she realized that the floor was damp that she even noticed anything. Death traps and cells had been part of her life at home and she had always welcomed a quiet death, unlike many.
If anything, she grew more sad just sitting there.