By the time Allison makes it down to Specials HQ, it's only thirty minutes until curfew. For a moment she had contemplated going back to her room, but she is still buzzing with adrenaline from the fight in the Commissary, and she really doesn't feel like being confined to her living quarters just yet. Her patrolling has lead her here tonight, and when she walks in at first she doesn't see anyone, so she assumes that HQ is empty tonight.

Pulling at the hair tie that is holding the messy bun on her head together, she lets her hair fall with a sigh. Her face hurts - half of it, to be exact, where a bruise is already starting to grow on the side of her face where she had been backhanded during the fight, but she hardly lets herself think much about it. She's used to being sore after fights, so tonight isn't exactly new at all.

With another glance around, she moves towards the couch and more or less plops down with another sigh. One that shows that she's tired after such a long day, but...she's pretty content with it nonetheless. Her thoughts begin to drift, but the sudden sound of movement makes her sit up at once.

"...hello?"