Keicha's head shot up and all sleep left her as she heard a faint yet still powerful yell. Mouse's head shot up as well, and he jumped to his feet, hissing and chattering mildly. Bloody heck. That idiot, what does this moron think they're doing, screaming like that? She rubbed her head, it having hit the top pane of the window and, well, causing her pain. She rolled her eyes, climbing carefully down so as not to snag her clothing before she hit the soft grass. At least I don't have to worry about my bare feet. A frown played itself on the girl's lips as she crossed her arms, walking towards the river. So much for sleep. But ah well, I've lived off of worse. She shuffled along until she got close enough that she could feel the grains of sand rolling under her feet as she disturbed them.
For safety, she uncrossed her arms and then waded into the shallows. The water was cold now, and she shivered ever so slightly. But hey, she didn't want this person to get killed, even if they were a complete idiot. She sighed, but then caught her breath as something shifted behind her, and her hand started throbbing. The silver-haired girl grunted just quietly before stuffing her hands into a small pocket in her nightgown and sloshing through the rest of the water to the other side. Once the female hit the other bank, she sped up along the ground hitting the pavement as quietly as she could by shifting her weight. She was almost to the door.