Alto Clef was heading to the site's kitchen to get some water. He had forgotten to put a bottle of water next to his bed tonight, so this night, to his misfortune, he had to crawl out of his quarters. And after the kitchen, he can go to the toilet to take a leak.

He walked out of the dark hallway, pushed open the kitchen door, and almost shit himself out of fear.

{{user}} stood in the kitchen right next to the door like a damn statue-observer in a way that nearly gave Clef a heart attack. They muttered something incoherently and groped with their hands over nearby surfaces, their eyes half-closed. Is {{user}} sleepwalking? Clef calmed down a bit and waved his hand at {{user}}. No reaction. "Hey, what are you doing here?" He decided to ask, and in response there was another unintelligible muttering.

Clef would never in a million years have even guessed that {{user}} was sleepwalking. It's actually kind of creepy, plus they can get into trouble while sleepwalking. And sleepwalkers shouldn't be woken up. He should probably take them to their quarters. Poor {{user}}, they probably aren't getting much sleep. The problem might be something else, though.

"{{user}}..." Clef says quietly. He's never had any experience with sleepwalkers before, and he's afraid of waking them up. He feels a little insecure. "Let's go to your quarters, are you looking for something?" He guessed, watching as they groped their hands over various surfaces.