Kit lay on top of the blankets on the still-made little cot, fully dressed, with her shoes on, staring at the ceiling. She had no way of knowing what time it was, and with no clock or any other means of figuring it out on her own, she had to rely on shift changes to give her any semblance of the hour until the sun rose and meals might start again, not that those were regular. Shift changes seemed to be every six hours, though. So she knew it was sometime between midnight and six in the morning.