Coralie noticed the noise and sat bolt upright, doing a reasonable job of looking like she had been awake and alert rather than trying to find somewhere to take a nap to sleep off her hangover. There didn't seem to be anyone there. Not obviously anyway, "Who's there?" she asked. If it was just a rat she'd feel like quite the fool...

The Captain had a Vichian accent with tones to her voice that spoke to an aristocratic upbringing. She didn't look particularly dangerous at the moment... uncertain and slightly ill, but not dangerous.