Mark, heard a noise outside near the dumpster but "figured it was cats or something" and went back to sleep. His arm twiched and nocked his drink of his table causing it to hit the floor and splashed water everywhere. Mark noticed that his door was still opened a crack, but he figured no one in their right mind would attempt to attack a hybrid, or steal something from him. Mark still had his hand on his .45 and started to nod of again.