"Suit yourself," he murmured in a half sigh under his breath as he leaned back further into the reclined seat, his eyes sliding shut as his head touched the plush surface. "You've seen me solve that puzzle before, you've got it this time."

However, as he attempted to succumb to the rest his system had been nagging at him to take for hours, he realized, that for some inexplicable reason, it was suddenly not possible. He was still with her physically, but not being awake with her felt... wrong. They were inherently connected by this bizarre past that neither of them had asked for, yet somehow they were now bearing the responsibility to clean up this whole mess. Regardless, the rhythmic tapping of her fingers on the desk, which should have been dismissible background noise, hammered intrusively at the fragile bubble of peace he was trying to withdraw into, making her anxiety contagious.

"I'll... get us some refreshments," he finally decided, prying himself off the sofa bed with a soft grunt and heading back downstairs.

The scent of instant coffee wafting through the cabin's kitchenette energized him slightly. The sachets stored on the shelf could not beat fresh beans, but they were good enough. After the beverage was done, he returned upstairs with a small tray carrying two cups of it and several tiny packs of vacuum-sealed vegetarian jerky while already chewing on an open one of the latter.

He slid one of the coffee cups within her reach and placed the tray at the corner of desk before sitting beside her. "So... what did I miss?"