"Fingers are crossed for you, I guess." Sincerely. He needs sleep, this guy. Supersoldiering and his baseline level of activity demand a lot. To say nothing of the mental strain, easily exacerbated by poor sleep she would imagine.
She resettles into her armchair, sighing. "I'll hush while you do it."
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She resettles into her armchair, sighing. "I'll hush while you do it."