Martin turned and raised his cup of coffee in greeting of Abram, "<span style="color: darkorange">Morning, Abram. I had a feeling we were going to be on assignment soon.</span>" He turned back to the muted television and continued sipping his coffee as Abram got himself a drink and took a seat across from Martin, between him and the television. The question Abram asked was one that Martin knew would probably come up eventually, the Foundation generally keeps a close eye on its employees and he was well aware how bad a state he was in. He gave a small smile and shook his head, "<span style="color: darkorange">I'm alright, just been having some particularly bad nightmares recently. Been making sleep difficult, but I think I'll live.</span>" His tone was as tired as he looked but he at least wasn't stumbling over his words or showing any difficulty in functioning. He had adapted well to the lack of sleep even if he didn't particularly like it.<br/><br/>He quickly changed the course of the conversation, his back noticeably straightening and his eyes opening up as though he suddenly wasn't nearly so tired, "<span style="color: darkorange">How've you been sleeping? I must not be the only one having trouble in this place. Can't go for long in the Foundation without some sort of terrifying experience that will have you laying awake at night.</span>" His tone of voice had changed as well, from tired to fairly friendly and casual and almost sounding well rested. He himself had some trouble telling whether it was the coffee kicking in or some sort of subconscious decision to avoid the subject of how his sleeping habits had started changing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>