"Thanks. I just came to ask you if you could keep my weapons in a corner somewhere out of my reach for a while. It appears I have been sleep walking again." The words were half way between a growl, a hiss and a yawn. She looked absolutely wretched and was surprised that Morrison would even look at her let alone offer her his hand. She took it gratefully though and allowed him to guide her in the direction of the medical wing. "This is pathetic. I can't believe that I am unable to sleep in the same room as my weapons without hurting myself. Kind of makes you wonder why I chose this profession in the first place."