He grunted in acknowledgement, propping up his sleeping bag as well, not bothering to wrap up in it, using it instead as a pillow. His eyes danced across the rows of deposit boxes, watching the light shine off of them. He wasn't much of heavy sleeper himself, in this world you couldn't afford to as it was, unless of course you were anxious to find yourself as a roaming zombies snack. He didn't bother telling her about the alarm, if it became an issue then she sould know about it, but until that point and time, it was nothing of her concern.<br/><br/>He stretched out and leaned back, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of the floor beneath him as he drifted around in his thoughts. He was a man of habit, and once he stuck to a habit, it was pretty much permenant unless a more important habit formed that negated the previous. In this case, he was more than willing to take out the punk who had tried to kill him. He didn't care what world it was, or the state in which it was left, you didn't try to kill him without repurcussions. He shifted slightly, getting more comfortable, he was a bit eager to try to find the guy the next day. To him, people were just slightly more intelligent versions of the undead shuffling around outside.<br/><br/>He began to slowly nod off as he thought to himself. Trace thoughts of where to look and how to handle the situation flitted through his mind with a careless ease. Eventually he drifted completely off to a sleep, dreaming occasionally, dreams that left him restless and groaning, but nevertheless he would forget the contents of it.