Silverwind looked up as Esailia entered the common area attached to the Roughriders' quarters, nodding in greeting as she sat down. He returned her salute with a casual touch of his fingers to his forehead and gave a slight smile as she spoke up. He chuckled softly at her words, his tail wagging a little in agreement.
"Yeah, sure was the right kind of party. I think it helped everyone get a few things outta their systems, and wind down after the op. Although,"  he added with a frown. "Seems like everyone partied a little [i]too[/i] hard, considerin' yer the first person to make it here".

No sooner had the words left his muzzle, than Adrian shuffled zombie-like into the common area. The hare was obviously feeling the effects of last night, and Blade kept half a smirk off of his muzzle at the sight. He nodded in reply to his question about the pastries, and gestured freely to the stacked plate.
"Sure are, and help yourself. There's plenty to go around." He let the marksman dig in, and drummed his artificial fingers on the arm of the chair for a few moments as he flicked his eye from door to door of the rest of the squads' rooms, before pushing himself up out of the chair.
"Welp, I've waited long enough... you two might want to cover your ears."
He crossed to the bulkhead and the attached intercom panel, speaking to the ships' CIC rapidly in a low voice. A moment later he gestured to Es and especially Adrian, with his sensitive hearing, to cover their ears. Uncovering the red emergency alarm button and toggling a switch, he pressed down the button, sending a blaring, shrill alarm tone through the compartment.

[i]That[/i] ought to wake them up.