Molotov isn't asleep, and she's aware of the presence of someone else, but sometimes surprise is an upper hand. So it's not until she's spoken to that she raises and points her carbine toward the other woman's station, although her gaze is utterly casual.

"Very, actually. Put your weapons on the floor and kick them away, then have fun painting your nails. You can even come over here for a massage if you want. But anything you have gets kicked to the opposite wall."

She says it conversationally, and means it -- she's fine to share as long as she's not in danger. And since Molotov's obviously put a claim on this shop, she feels like her rules are the ones to be obeyed. Also because she's cool to, you know, kill people, so.