"Good idea," Moon's Brand replies. At the urging of her comrades, she indulged in a second drink, which is more than she's ever had at one sitting. Feeling a bit on the lightheaded side, she nevertheless takes the precaution of tying a bit of string or thread to the door handle and her hand in a manner that will wake her if someone were to open it, if she can find some (perhaps by unraveling something unimportant). If the room has a window, she'll put a piece of wood between the lower window and the upper edge to prevent it from being opened, then bid Jesabela goodnight and gladly throw herself down on her cot/hammock/bed, whatever is in the room.