"Holy shit," pants Daniel, righting himself into a sitting position. One hand presses against the side of his head that's already begun aching a dull, resolute reminder for caffeination. "Don't do that."

At least his adrenaline just got a reasonable boost, making it much easier for Daniel to stand and make his way to the bathroom where the direct application of cold water to face sharpens him up the remainder of the way.

"All right, all right. I get it," he says wearily as he exits. One hand makes a halfhearted attempt to flatten his hair while he crosses the room to the bedside and retrieves his glasses. "We caffeinate and then we're outta here, no lingering." Like they'd want to with this place.