She slept soundly for a good while, glowing gently in her sleep. Every once in a while, depending on her dream, she flickered or grew brighter. At one point in particular, she startled herself and rolled off of the table, waking herself up. It smarted, but was probably just a bruise. She couldn't thoroughly examine it, but she'd definitely live. But, despite this, she wasn't sleeping back on the table. Better to sleep on the floor at this point. And so she did, curling up  on her jacket. Whatever dream had plagued her continued to throughout the night. She only flashed brightly once, and it flashed through the cracks of the building like lightning.