Jean-Pierre felt like he'd only closed his eyes for a few seconds before the sun woke him up. He grumbled a few choice words in French and then reached into his bag taking out a portable coffee maker and a packet of cappuccino mix. He set the coffeemaker down and then reached into his bag again pulling out a bottle of water. He went about making his cappuccino and when it was done sat on the edge of the roof, sipping it. "Zis is such a piss-poor example of french cafe, It is nuzing like a real cappuccino. But I guess I will have to settle for zis now. Real french cappuccino likely won't ever exist again." He said and drained his cup dry.