Kevin frowned when Zara insisted on "ten more minutes" and he was wondering if she should try being louder when she rolled over. Almost immediately, she had an arm around him, and it seemed like she was trying to throw a leg over him too. The shaman decided he wasn't going to argue, but was quickly disappointed when his companion seemed to realize what was going on. "Oh... Was that all?" he replied, managing to sound less disappointed than he felt when the vampire explained that she'd merely gotten carried away in her sleep. "Got pretty carried away chewing on me last night, too." he grumbled, clambering out of his sleeping bag as he spoke.

Since they were up, and he wasn't getting any, the werehyena figured he might as well get dressed and see if he could find anyone to take his frustration out on. He supposed it could be worse, but quickly realized that the thought of worse didn't make anything better. Normally he could find at least a little solace in the fact that it wasn't raining, or that no one was shooting at him, but he was pretty sure he would rather have both of those things than have to deal with such a tempting little morsel so close, and yet so far away.

With an efficiency born of borderline rage, the contractor was rapidly dressed, and quickly began packing up so that they could get out of here, and on with their journey. "You okay with breakfast on the move?" he asked, not up for a real conversation just yet. He was going to need at least one cigarette, and to calm down, first...