It's an early morning, around 7 AM. Not to mention that Drostan hated early mornings. Anything related to early morning, he would groan at it before getting up.

He's making himself a coffee and while the rest where talking about how they managed to survive the undead Nazis apocalypse so far. It's been a decade yet still it gets mention.

"Mhmm.." Drostan murmured out while still waking up as his coffee was set down on the counter by you. To which it makes him a bit more aware now.