It was the constant nudging that finally drew Sherry from her sleep, and with an irritated groan she opened her eyes.

...And her sleep addled brain panicked, so the rest of Sherry's body followed suit, backing her up into the corner of the pod, like a little crab. It was hard to look suitably frightened as she felt, because she kept yawning. "What! What are you doing poking people that are trying to sleep?!"