[Now that he knows who it is, he sighs in annoyance. His hand redirects to his glasses instead, though the weapon isn't forgotten entirely. Hiling's level of threat has yet to be determined. The sudden invasion in to his space certainly doesn't help matters.]
The condition is sometimes contagious.
[He says this with the most dry tone he can muster, as if it seems fairly obvious to him that he absolutely hadn't been awake but refrains from saying as much.
He flips on the table lamp and squints against the light.]
no subject
The condition is sometimes contagious.
[He says this with the most dry tone he can muster, as if it seems fairly obvious to him that he absolutely hadn't been awake but refrains from saying as much.
He flips on the table lamp and squints against the light.]
Is something wrong?
[Something had better be wrong]