"I see . . . " Torin replied, his tone verging on disappointment as he stood, swaying slightly as he straightened his jacket.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry to have kept you up, then, tin-man. I could use some sleep, and I suppose you'll have to recharge, or whatever it is that you do to regain energy."<br/><br/>Walking to the door, Torin glanced back over his shoulder.<br/><br/>"Goodnight, then. It's been fun." He finished, shrugging almost imperceptibly as he triggered the door's mechanism and stepped outside without another word, and headed down the hall. His head was spinning very slightly, and he hadn't been lying when he'd commented on his need for sleep. All-in-all, the day had been entertaining, but it had taken its toll on his body. He wanted nothing more than to get to his quarters safely, and spend the next few hours in a state of blissful unconsciousness. Who knew what surprises and experiences awaited him the following day, and he wanted to be ready to face them without feeling like he'd been scraped off of the underside of a Leman Russ.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>