She sleeps more soundly than she should, since she's with someone who very recently tried to kill her. When he knocks on the door, though, the gun is instantly in her hand and she's sitting up with it trained at his head. Once she reorients herself and realizes she's not in danger, she thumbs on the safety and lowers the weapon.

"Okay." Not caring that he's standing there, she slips out from under the sheet and reaches for her jeans. She pulls them and her boots back on and tucks the pistol in its holster at the small of her back. Clearly something changed, it's just a matter of what. As she grabs her jacket and packs the laptop into her backpack, she glances up at him. "Where?" Someone must be close, otherwise there wouldn't be the sense of urgency.