He breathes out a drowsy little hum in response before he falls asleep, a deep, crashing sort of sleep that comes from being unused to so much activity during the daytime. His nocturnal nature had been put to the test without artificial stimulants, and that sort of thing takes a physical toll.

But right now he's just happy to have somewhere to nap comfortably. And someone to nap with. And it is refreshing.

An hour before midnight, the alarm goes off. It's an incessant beeping that drills itself into Emcee's head and wakes him with sheer annoyance. He picks his head up and stares at the device.

"Oh, good god, turn it off--!"