Before he'd looked at her, Diana had watched him for awhile. It was hard to stop the paranoia that had hardwired itself into her system, demanding she never shut her eyes because who knew what could slither up while she was unaware. After finally managing to suppress it whilst on Stacy, now it was back with renewed vigor.

She didn't make eye contact, just grazed her gaze on his knees and notepad before rolling over, her back to him, staring at her own hand laid beside her. She'd need to sleep as much as possible, who knew when the next chance to rest would come up?

His scribblings make a noise, barely louder than a whisper, but FAYZ kids were used to laying in darkness listening for any sound. She forces herself to remember that it's Howard she's hearing and focuses on that. He wouldn't be writing if something was wrong. If he'd heard something or danger was near he'd stop. The scribbling means she's safe. Mostly.

So, she focused only on that noise and the lines of her open palm. Finally falling into a troubled sleep.

Her eyes snap open when he tugs. There's no bleary eyed teenager trying to roll over back to dreamland. Instead her pupils focus in record time and look him over, something flashes within them. Regret, is it? For their situation maybe? Either way, it's gone.

She nods and gives her slender a limbs a cat-like stretch before pulling herself from the sleeping bag. Butterfly from chrysalis.

Sitting on the previously used chair, she tucks her legs underneath herself, resting her chin on her knees and looking at him, corner of her lips tugging upwards. "Sweet dreams~"

Her naturally ability of observing shines through, making the whole 'watch duty' seem very casual, even if she is taking it very seriously. But she's an expert at acting cool.

To keep herself alert, she whispers and murmurs songs under her breath. Songs she can't believe she even remembers. Songs from before FAYZ.