To be fair, people normally don't see sleepwalkers in the hallways and if they did, there would be a greater issue at hand. Evelyn herself often locks her own door to prevent the midnight strolls from becoming more of a nuisance than they are, and therefore it is her own fault for not taking more precautions.

At the current juncture she has begun to walk with greater purpose toward her target, seeing kohl-lined eyes and a wry smile across the hall, a smugness she would like to wipe off-

"Oh!"

An exclamation of surprise hits her with as much gentleness as the book, which is to say, none whatsoever. Blinking stupidly in the middle of a corridor Evelyn reaches for the shoulder that suffered the brunt of the literary attack, an aggravated red spot forming which will later become a handsome bruise.

"Oh."

Realisation comes slower, and she lifts her gaze to see a terrified girl not far off, gripping her communicator. Evelyn stoops to retrieve the copy of The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland, dusting off the cover.

"I...did you throw this at me?"