"No worries at all, Ms. Albright, until then!"

She seemed quite occupied with the poor dead bird already, so Antoine didn't wait to see if she had heard him. He'd be back later, definitely, and knew full well the importance of focusing on work.

Especially when they were all picking up after the second shift.

But that was hardly something to dwell on. Today so far had been a good day, enough to put a little spring in the cryo-tech's step as he meandered his way down the sterile halls. Work had gone well, the last full shift he'd have to do for a while. It was all checkups and repair work from here until the shift-end, barely work at all, really. The shift meeting had gone fairly well also, news notwithstanding. Nothing he hadn't been expecting to hear, there, and he had even gotten to meet Ms. Albright with the bouncing curly hair. A very good day indeed, Antoine dropping one hand into his pouch -small workbag, really- to jingle it's contents in celebra...

He stopped as the hallway bent gently to the right, ever-present smile fading to a concentrating frown. He looked down at the bag, jingling it's contents one more time to sent shivers up the leather strap across his shoulder. Odd. Surely he had more than... He did, there was more than a week left. He [i]had[/i] to have more, so where had he...

Features falling, Antoine turned back, pacing slowly back down the hallways to a previous juncture. His room, probably. There had never been a reason to carry [i]all[/i] his medicine with him at [i]all[/i] times, that was just asking to lose something. His room, then, a good chance for a quick nap in celebration of an overall-decent day. Though... before that... perhaps a stop by medical? He should probably check in at least, make sure something hadn't gone wrong with the beds in the short time he had been gone.

"Yeah... that works..." Mumbling quietly, Antoine rummaged through his bag one more time, before finally leaving it alone. His hand rose up to cup contemplative lips for a moment as he walked, jaw working to idly crunch the pill dropped within. 

Only moments after swallowing it down, his smile returned, pace picking up as he turned confidently down hallways. Medical wasn't far away, nearby the cryo-beds of this section, actually. Efficient design when you needed to check up on everyone at the start and end of every shift. Not to mention useful for the techs who were in charge of the beds and their functions, but were technically medical personnel. The section of the ship he knew the best, the most wonderful luck ensuring his bunk was just on the other side of Medical from where he was now.

A quick check-in, a quick chat with some of the techs he knew and doctors he needed to meet, and then off to a nap. 

The thought made Antoine chuckle, almost skipping down the hallways in amusement. He was thinking like a cat!

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Mowzer was getting annoyed.

Not by the loud humans who continued to speak and move about. No, only the mean one was annoying, but he had the sense not to try anything more. The nice lady who served to defend him wasn't annoying, either. Certainly not, but he was restless all the same.

Why was that?

His Human had annoyed him, certainly, but that was just something his human did. All would be fine when he found his human again, as it always was. The lovely human his had met [i]certainly[/i] hadn't been annoying, so what was it? Why couldn't he settle down enough to nap, no matter how much he [i]knew[/i] that's what he wanted?

...

Or was it?

A sudden thought struck Mowzer, the Bengal sitting up once more beneath the chair that was his shelter. He had thought a nap was needed, a peaceful nap in his favorite bed... but he wasn't in his favorite bed, was he? No, not even on the lap of a nice human. The mean human was at fault there... but now that he thought about it, he didn't want to nap at all, did he? No, no a nap wasn't what he wanted... He wanted to [i]run[/i].

Mind made up, Mowzer wasted no time. A moment's preparation to fall into the proper stance, a quick flick of his tail, and he was off. Dashing from under the chair, snaking around furniture and legs alike as they moved into his way, he made his mad sprint.

Oh, and what a sprint it was! Immediately he realized this was what he had wanted all along. The turn as he left the small room was sharp, claws spending a moment scrabbling for purchase. But he was off as soon as they found it again, streaking out of the hangar and down the halls. 

Nap would come later, when he found himself in a good, quiet place. For now, though, he had an outlet for all the strange annoyance that had been building up. And so the Bengal dashed about through the hallways, changing direction as it suited him, with only the briefest glance at any humans in his way.

No time to bother with them right now. Right now was the time to [i]run[/i].