It seemed that the world was hellbent on not letting things lie.

With a noteworthy degree of surliness, Abel shoved his covers off and sat up. When exactly was he going to be able to get the sleep that he, and indeed all his team, so richly deserved? He couldn't call a single image to mind, out of all the things in his brain, that would make such an second intrusion worth his while. He shook his head to purge some of the sleepiness from it and turned to look at the door. The sight that greeted his eyes was not entirely unwelcome, but still the subject of some dislike for disturbing his rest. "Gren. Great. Go 'sleep."

Off to the side, he noticed something up with Shiro. His white fur had developed stripes again, and he stood rapt to attention, like a cat staring at a laser pointer. Not really in the position to analyze such a behavior, Abel lazily shrugged and waited for Gren to say his piece so that he could return to dreamland without seeming unnecessarily rude.