The ever so present Tessy didn’t appear all too keen on responding at first, awkwardly bobbing her head up and down a couple of times in greeting the two who had taken it upon themselves to engage in conversation with her in her sleep-deprived state of mind, not even managing the simple task of lifting her head off of the table. A soft yawn escaped her rosy lips, appearing content with her current arrangement.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff4da6">“Oh, tell me about it. I haven’t had a single night of undisturbed sleep since I became a part of this crew. On the bright side, at least it doesn't affect my looks.” </span>She murmured in a defeated tone, regarding the man sat in front of her, appearing just about ready to just lazily flop over onto the floor without warning, barely keeping herself held up with what little energy she could muster at this time of morning.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff4da6">"... I should take a shower."</span>She eventually followed up, straining herself as she – with what appeared to be an overwhelming amount of effort – managed to straighten her posture, flexing her body as it seemed to be fair enough to assume that the girl was just speaking to herself, dabbing at her chin in a thoughtful manner using the tip of her right index finger, inevitably slumping over somewhat.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>