Dremmick was already awake and drinking a cup of coffee. oddly enough, the mug, some honey, and a small bag of ground coffee he considered to be important equipment and kept them in his medical bag. "[i]Start the morning sweet, the rest of the day will follow suit,[/i]" he would always tell people when they questioned his logic.

He took another sip while listening in his earpiece for any new news on the whereabouts of Ander. "Cilia...," Dremmick started when she awoke, but he decided against what he was going to say, "I can't imagine that would be very comfortable...Would you like some coffee?