There was nothing, blessed nothing, for a time.

No dreams, no thought, no cares or anything at all to occupy his mind, just rest. He floated through much-needed unconsciousness with mattress below and cat above. It was like cryo-sleep, actually. Nothing to see, hear, think smell taste or feel. The world, the universe was so far away, his own mind so far away. It was a rest he knew he would enjoy, once he woke up. Once he came too, blinking and yawning, these moments of nothingness would be a blessing to look back on.

Cryo-sleep had been just the same. And like then, Antoine was woken up [i]far[/i] too early. 

"Ah... ughhh..." He groaned along with the sudden, harsh rapping on his door, the sound clanging through his room with all the grace of a foghorn. Mowzer yapped a response of his own as Antoine twisted and turned, trying to find that one, oh-so-comfortable position he had somehow achieved before waking. He found it once, he could do it again, right? Whoever was bothering to knock on his door could wait. If it was truly important, they'd use the- "-Uragh!"

Sweet merciful daggers right to the ears, they used the call butto-

"YES!"

He was stumbling out of bed the moment his tired brain managed to connect name with position. Groaning to himself as he tried to make it across the room safely, blurred eyes made a hasty check of his current state. Slacks and button-down rumpled and fur-covered, shoes unaccounted for, belt unaccounted for, nothing tucked in to anything, a 'right mess' to be sure. Nothing that [i]should[/i] be a concern for a civilian who was just woken up while off-duty, but old training liked to stick around. Wonderings on the punishments that might have been doled out had he appeared like this in training helped wake him up just a bit more, accompanied by yet a third, drawn-out groan.

A water bottle and pair of pills were set out by the door, and a grateful Antoine snatched them up without delay. Pills in the mouth, splash of water in the face, gulp of water down the throat, and the world began to improve. He wiped what water he could from his face with a hand while the other reached to swing open the door, and then he was ready.

"First Sergeant, Ma'am." Antoine stood tall and straight, meeting Ms. Larson's eyes with his own steady gaze as he stepped out into the doorway. Any leftover hint of sleepiness was shoved ruthlessly away where it couldn't make a scene, the cryo-tech presenting an alert -if sloppy- figure at attention. 

"...And... Dr. Brock?" After a moment, he allowed himself to shift his gaze, noting quickly the man at Ms. Larson's side. He wasn't sure what the First Sergeant wanted with him... but the Geneticist as well? Antoine offered the man a quick nod before turning back to Ms. Larson. "Yes, I'm free for a while, actually. What did you want to talk about?"