Mayt nodded. "Heh, falling asleep in the living room..." He smiles, then frowns. "I'm fine, perfectly fine, one hundred-percent fine. Don't worry." He bites his lip again, and looks around. "So when do the fight start again, I wanna see Angelo get his a- I mean, the fight between Lazarus and Angelo." He gave a meek smile, and rubbed the back of his head. His jaw had a large bruise on it, from Lazarus obviously, and he leans back in his chair, looking around, almost paranoid about something. He looks back at Sasha, not really having anything left to say, and s letting her ask a question, other than if he's alright. He adjusts his jacket and continues to look around, his eyes occasionally settling on Sasha, but only for a brief moment.