Daemon glanced around, after Koyaani reassured him that the futon was fine. Had it been later in the day, Daemon would have been a little more interested and would have asked how far Koyaani had come to ave had to sleep on a bus. But it was still morning and the nightmares were still lingering, making him tense. He kept catching glances of shadows that had no source and things that should've inanimate were shifting and morphing. If he didn't get to his mask soon then the illusions might take over again. For some reason, though, Daemon didn't want Koyaani to know that the chemical was protecting him as well as the people he used them on. He'd already told the other man about it's dampening effects for others, because he had to explain why he didn't like keeping the illusion over Dami the other night, but he didn't want Koyaani to know that his own powers attacked him. That he couldn't control them himself, and that he needed chemicals to- technically- survive. [i]BRIIIIIIING[/i] Daemon jumped in his seat and his head whipped towards his room, where the noise was coming from. His eyes were wide and his breath erratic as he tried to force his mind to think of the source of the noise. Then, he remembered; his comm. link was on his nightstand. He forced himself to calm down when he remembered Koyaani was sitting across from him, front row seat for that little spectacle that was Daemon's freak out. He took a deep breath and got up without a word. His movements were jerky and tense, but he got to his room and answered the comm. link, putting it in his ear to talk as he opened the panel in his wall and took out his suit. The agent on the other end spoke into his ear, information "needed" for when him and Koyaani would get to base-not that he'd tollway rules set forth- and the other duo they'd be training with. Daemon smirked as he pulled his mask on. He took another deep breath and walked back into the kitchen. "Hey, Koyaani, suit up." He called, knocking on the kitchen's archway. "We're heading for H.UN.T in fifteen."