"Hm..." A marine entered the B-block with a sleepy look on his face. "Think this might be a good place..." He mumbled, Sitting in a chair outside of Angelo's cell. He didn't even seem to notice the singing that had been going on mere moments before, but it was clear from the other marines' response (Or rather lack of a response) to his behavior that he outranked them enough for them to not say anything. Still, it wasn't long before the man was sleeping like a baby right in the chair.