Grabbing the bottle of liquor as he walked to his room, he mumbled towards Shula, "Not like we just broke into the foundation for information, you damn glorified lizard." Walking back into his room, he sat at his desk, pulling out the bottle again, and slowly drinking it down. He knew that each sip made the bond between him and Shula more transparent, but she was going to be asleep anyways, while he racked his brain for a solid explanation.<br/><br/>After a bit, he decided to look at some of the relics in his room, trophies he'd taken from particularly special hunts. The memorabilia was every where, and he didn't mind the comforting memories most of them had. It'd been a truly long time since he'd stopped to appreciate the time he'd put into this work, how he'd considerably altered his life from what he came from.<br/><br/>As the hours went by without him making a single break, he decided to finally head to bed, wobbling over to the sheets and passing out almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.