Cicero's blonde head sharply hitting the table was more than enough to wake him right back up. He briefly thought he should apologize for acting so peculiarly in his famished state, but decided to shrug it off. He didn't want to start in on apologies just yet. He'd missed most of the goings-on of the room, and the few people in it seemed to be mostly conversing in English. The ten year old immediately stopped any attempt to listen in as he recognized the language he so despised. 

He wiped a smear of chocolate off his cheek with his hand, no longer seeming as starved or dehydrated but still more than a bit fatigued. 40 straight hours of being lost in the wilderness had taken a considerable toll on the kid, but he'd likely be alright by morning. He rested his elbows on the table and propped his head up with his hands, looking around.