Trickster was now only half conscious, but her senses were still active. She could still hear things around her, but they were muffled, quite calming for her. Even the laugh that the person carrying her was now calming. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slowed so it appeared like she was on the verge of death, yet she wasn't. Sure, she took a beating to her head, but the sound had stopped, the dog whistle was gone. She let herself go unconscious, listening to the muffled sounds around her.