Shaky, still worn out, but knowing from long experience now that sleep isn't gonna happen any time soon. It's still early... ish... so it's maybe possible they'll get another hour or two, before it's time for the 0500 patrol. Especially if they can scribble the dream down to get it out of their head.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll be--" Oh, hell. There's no notebooks here. They've got one piece of paper in a knife sheath, still set by the bed, but that's not gonna be enough. (And it's not in a notebook. That's not procedure. Stuff it in the back of a notebook later? Maybe. Maybe.) "Do you have paper. Not origami paper. Writing paper."