Faylinn was sleeping peacefully until she felt something cover her mouth and something poking her chest. Her eyes flew open, the fear clear in them. Her mind, still foggy with sleep, doesn't have a chance to process what exactly is going on. Though, from the knife pressed against her chest, she knows enough to be afraid and to not do anything to piss this guy off. Her breathing quickened as she tried to keep herself calm. Fay slowly nods her head, deciding it'd probably be wise to just cooperate with this man, then maybe she could manage to survive whatever this is.