A nap seemed harder and harder to come by, these days.

Antoine's task logging the current amounts of medication for the cryo-beds was completed quickly enough. It took only a moment longer to send a repair request for the leaking tank and then he was off on his way, door locking securely behind him. His room was just a short walk around a corner, down a slightly narrower hallway separate from the main offices and storerooms. 

Something of a lucky draw on his part, to be so close to the storeroom [i]and[/i] cryo-beds he looked after. It meant that there were areas of the ship he wasn't as used to as some, not needing to navigate them each and every day, but that was hardly something to complain about. He knew enough of the main halls for now, and would have ample time during the shift to explore. Maybe he'd follow Mowzer for a day, see where the cat decided to go, and if he could find his way back from wherever he might end up.

The thought brought a wider grin to Antoine's lips as he entered his comfortably-small quarters. That would be a well-spent day, indeed. Perhaps in a few days, when things had settled down some and the boredom was setting in. He could fill in the time wandering about the medical wing, living up to his promise at the meeting to remain available for those who wished to speak with him.

A promise he would start living up to... a little bit later. After he had laid down in his bed for a few hours, certai-

A low, shaking thud resounded from his door, and it was suddenly difficult to focus on sleeping.

He wasn't going to get a chance to nap today, was he?

A quiet, if drawn-out, sigh escaped his lips as Antoine rose once more. It seemed to drain both exhaustion and exasperation from his mind as he did so, so he sighed again, smile beginning to return as he paced towards the door. Quiet, wispy sounds could be faintly heard on the other side, was someone still there? If they had run headlong into his door they might need help... it certainly hadn't sounded like any kind of 'knocking' he knew of.

Sighing again to make it three, Antoine opened the door, eyes searching for the possible perpetra- oh.

"Ah-! Uhhh...." He stumbled back a pace as a figure stumbled in, locks of hair flying in a wild tumble to mimic her own movements. Something flashed on her neck -jewelry?- everything moving too quickly for him to get a really good look at anything, right now.

He did see Mowzer, however, sitting placidly in the doorway, eyeing the fallen woman as if wanting to ask when she'd get back to scritching his ears. Of course he was. Mowzer was always the least surprising sight whenever something unexpected occured.

"...Hello? Madam?" Kneeling slightly, Antoine moved to offer a hand... though he couldn't really help her up from this side, could he? He paused there, unsure of what, exactly to do. "Are you... alright?"