She knew the voice, and glanced up to see him leaning against the door frame. Lowering the glass of water, she shrugged. "Probably." she agreed, though not that she cared. "Not that I need that much sleep to run." she had long ago become use to running on less sleep than most people, and half suspected that as a slayer she didn't need quite as much to function. "I was sleeping. Had a slayer-dream, it woke me up." She had no idea if she had ever explained the dreams she had. Past dreams of slayers, and future dreams of things to come. Sam might know what she was talking about, or he might think she was insane. Sometimes she fell asleep right after them, sometimes she didn't. In this case, the dream had got her thinking of how she hadn't been having many future dreams. Not that she had them often, but it was sometimes nice to know when things were going to happen.
Leaning back against the counter, she crossed one leg over the other, keeping both hands on the glass, her arms tucked in close. She shifter her two hands up to rub the back of her hand over her eyes for a moment, before looking back over to Sam. "Why are you awake?" maybe he had been sleeping, maybe he hadn't. She didn't know, and it wasn't much of her business.
It had been an interesting few days at camp. In some ways she was learning a lot by catching up on the monsters of this world, in other ways she had thoroughly kicking ass. Close combat, weapons, some of this was how she lived and breathed her life. She could usually figure out guns, she knew enough about them, and now she knew more. Not that she had any plan of making good on those skills any time soon. The slayer stuck by her morals, she would not and could not use guns. "And don't say a bad dream- that's my excuse." she added after a second, raising the glass to her lips to take another drink.