Damien yawned once more. Looking in Sarah's direction when he was being addressed by her. "Oh, uh...Hi. I'm fine, when I move it's just a second of sorness, but ven that's minimal." He said smiling a bit. It felt good to stand to say the least. He cracked his knuckled and stretched again. This time, he looked at Namoie, responding to her, he spoke. "Hold up, I think I'll head with you." He turned and went to his duffle and pulled out a black T-shirt and socks. Putting them on quickly, he went tover to the door and put his black tennis shoes on. Unlocking the door and going out into the hall before sarah could protest against him. Naomie's chance.