Ahmaht's voice broke the silence that fell over Sigrun's room. She wasn't sure what she felt about it. She wasn't sure about anything at the moment. It felt different than the time she spaced out after Zel gave her the bag yesterday. It was as if she traveled through time and woke up with an angry masked man in her face. This time it felt like the collective boredom of the universe was thrust upon her shoulders.<br/><br/>"I don't know. Am I alright?" she asked, as if the foreign man knew the answer. "I might be alright. Maybe. I think. I don't know, I just want to sleep right now."<br/><br/>It might help if she took off her armor, but she couldn't really feel the urge to do that. She just felt like sitting on the floor doing positively nothing while hoping to sleep. She was hoping that he would return downstairs with the others, they would be a lot more lively and enjoyable than she is at the moment. Hopefully when her eyes open in the morning everything will be back to normal, and Sigrun will be Sigrun, as the others put it.