Somewhat stiffly, the orc sat up in bed, stretching to clear the fog in his head; It was time, he felt, to move on. The bed creaked beneath him as he levered himself off, moving surprisingly softly, so as not to wake Emily up- That would've been...Well, awkward, all right. Besides, there was still more to do...*Much* more.<br/><br/>He'd sneak out, and head in the direction's of Gork's descending eye- That is, west, as far as he could tell. Nbox hooked his helmet in his belt, and quietly shut the door behind him, after giving the sleeping woman a final, fond pat; It'd been interesting, to say the least. "'oomies," he muttered, shaking his head with a snort; He'd never understand them, really.