After what seemed like a brief moment of sleep, he could not shake the feeling of eyes focused on him. Actually, it felt more like multiple sets of eyes on him, and that startled him out a little bit. He tried to slowly open one eye so no one would notice, but that seemed of little use. Just barely opening his right eye to look at the floor revealed a good two or three sets of feet standing withing 10 feet of him, one pair of feet particularly close..... the same beauties he glanced at before his nap.<span style="font-style: italic">"Ah damn. What did I do this time? If those are Darkcloud's legs, I must have really screwed up this time...</span>He thought to himself, still not moving. He patiently waited there, silent until just about everybody's eyes had lost the feeling of being glued to him.<br/><br/>After a long wait, he got up as quietly as he could, sitting down in a small room attached to the large break room. This small room was normally his personal safe haven, and a few others knew it to generally belong to him after a mission. He was one of the few, if not the only, hybrid to not involve himself in certain post-mission acts of mating, and those who knew of this room respected that.<br/><br/>After what seemed like fifteen minutes of racking his brain to solve the riddle of what in the world he did, foot steps became apparent. He thought whoever came walking down this hallway would ignore this room and continue walking. He was wrong. The foot steps kept coming closer, until he could see, peeking her head into the door, The head of Darkcloud.<br/><br/>"Room for one more?"