“Maybe a mental health day would be good for you.” Serge replied not taking his eyes off the screen as he typed away. “You have been through more than the average person in less than 24 hours so it should come as no surprised that you would be stressed about it. Finding out your father is nearly the next president of the United States after not having a father figure to begin with can cause quite a stir for you.” His fingers continued to type away as he talked.
 
Much like Lu, he was used to multi-tasking except his environment wasn’t the same as hers. Instead he was used to having several people to talk to him at once, all needing instant answers to their highly important questions about security and tasks while he was doing something else. So this, this was nothing new for him. In fact it was easier than most situations and required much less thought. Soon he was finished with his report and sent it off to explain what was happening and closed the laptop with a gentle click. 
 
Rising to his feet, he stretched upwards for a moment before letting his arms fall to his side. Without saying much, he turned on his heel and started into her kitchen. After some gentle clanging around in her kitchen, the smell of tea came floating out before the man emerged with two coffee mugs filled with tea. He placed the mug softly on the end table next to her seat before taking a seat on the couch as well.
 
Reaching out a foot, he gave the air-mattress a gentle nudge. “Normally we bodyguards do not sleep during our shifts with clients. If you are insistent that I sleep than I will request that you leave your bedroom window locked and your door open. I am a fairly light sleeper to begin with but if you want your door shut all the way I will not be able to hear if something happens through the wood.” He nodded as he took a drink of the tea and settled back against the couch. “I will leave that at your digression, just like whether you take a mental health day or not.”