"Still awake," she echoed, weariness tinging every word. The nice thing about tiredness was how it seemed to eclipse her ire, she could sit here and drink her caf in the same proximity as him without considering the angle she would have to fling the mug to catch him in the face.

"It's hard to sleep here," Rey added after a sip, watching him through the steam as she held her mug to her face. "There's a lot of noise you don't notice until all the other noise is gone," she was talking too much - she knew it. She knew he did't care what she had to say and she knew ordinarily she would have been happy to not say anything to him. And yet - there in the ambiguously late hours, small talk seemed somehow acceptable.

Shifting in her seat she continued to study him passively, tired and uncertain. "I thought about sleeping outside but your mother tossed that idea out fairly quickly."