With night creeping over, Andrea would retire to a room she would take for herself, sitting down at the door, she would rest against it, not used to such luxury it would too comfortable, so much that it became uncomfortable, so sleeping in an upright sitting position was always best, plus she could meditate while resting her body, her own awareness of the door behind her and whoever passed by it would be the same as if she was standing out in the hallway, hearing every footstep that went passed and attributing it to what she knew from looking and watching the others, a skill a good hunter would need.