As the night went on and others had gone off to rest, Randy would rather remain quite restless. He had managed to get himself standing back on two feet and was oddly rather proud of that feet despite it likely not to be fully contribute to him. Seeing as others, aid him by both bringing him here in the first place and also giving him some restorative agents such as potions and that fruit. The latter he had still not taken since the need for it seemed to be rather gone for the time being. Perhaps it was the potions or simply because Randy felt like doing stuff instead of lying around with more rest. He felt like he had plenty of that on the way here and lying about the floor only a few moments ago. If anything an excitement and energetic feeling was rather passing through him quite quickly. He had to go do something with that. 

He began immediately working or trying to find things to work or do with this new found energy arising in the night. He began to try gather and scavenge bunch of random things that seemed appeared to be useful for possible repair, or fuel for a fire or anything that seemed to have use or in need of repair including tools if there was any to be found. He began humming along while cleaning the mallet he had with him against any spare cloth or rag if it could be found if not, his overalls would have to do. The thought of having goblin skull and brain upon the tool was a little sickening. The events of using the mallet today were somewhat exciting and a bit romanticized trying to glance over the death inflicted. Poets would have exaggerated  the event as much as his daydreaming would, and that had been happening all day. 

He looked about and tried to find something else of small entertainment to keep him focused instead of daydreaming. Perhaps a small music box that played a sweet tune or Romantic music would be a nice or some schematic for a later project to give interest and desire. If nothing of the sort could be found, he would rather set out to repairing or trying to better any piece of junk that was lying around or simply pointless tasks such as stacking objects on top of each other. Briefly imagining himself as poet. “The iron bent shaped” He began whispering and took a pause to come up with more words. “Composed is into a new shape…” He took another pause starting to struggle with the form. “is lost but pleasured.” He shrugged, it would do for now. It was, somewhat impressive to him. Despite its lack of expression, effort or beauty into it.

Time had flew on by. It seemed like the night was being lost. He quickly flopped onto the ground and lied there with his eyes closed in order to try and sleep. Sleep did not come, but a wakeup call did and that was soon followed by a nudge. Randy feigned pandiculation, rather poorly. He immediately stood up and tried to zone his attention back as to what was going on. It seemed he was rather having trouble, for a few seconds it felt like he had rather gone deaf except for a few tunes playing through his head. It was dismissed as himself zoning out briefly. He did, however manage to notice Hitori’s rather startled awakening. Randy rather, and somewhat oddly went after the other to try and calm them but that seemed a mistake from square one with his own conversational skill set. He would try to pat Hitori softly on the back and ask simply in a word “Nightmare?” rather quietly.