Makkani stretches and lets out a loud yawn as he rises from his bed. He staggers out into his kitchen and begins making some coffee. He doesn't look very composed at all. Aside from not having any clothes on, his hair is sticking up, and he has little imprints all over his body from where he was laying on the sheets.

A door nearby slides open. Galia Trawets, the one named a danger terrorist by Kislev, stumbles out of the room wearing a large nightgown with what look like bloodstains on them. Makkani and Galia suddenly notice each other. Their eyes lock.

"Interesting wardrobe you have there. The blood is truly settling."

"At least I wear something to bed, ya @$#%in' pervert. Put some @*#%in' clothes on, you look truly disgusting."

"Yeah!? Well your little getup doesn't exactly make me wanna cook breakfast!"

"You damned idiot! This nightgown was in your closet! Of all the @%#^..."

"My closet...? HEY! That's my wife's nightgown! Put it back!"

"I sure as hell don't wanna know what you two did for fun..."

Makkani scowls and pushes her into the room, locking the door. "Stay in there for a while. Chill out. I'll slide some toast under the door for you."

A string of curses emerges. Makkani sighs and guesses he'd best go put some clothes on; it was shaping up to be a very long day.