Trayce sits up groggily and scratches her head.
"Hmm?" she inquires as she rubs her eyes with her fists. "What is it?"
Even as she asks the question she's also quieting her thoughts, making her mind into a still pool. There are ripples in it though, from the emotions and minds of those around her. Yes, she recognizes her friends and companions; they are familiar to her. Unmistakable.
She seeks farther out, farther away. The miniscule balls of instinct that were insects weren't strong enough to even register, but anything that could think would be yet another ripple to examine.