Sleepless nights were common for Zanka after stressful missions.

Zanka decided to take a walk in the dining hall looking more than dead. Deader than how Jabber ended up after their duel before he hurried away in a manhole.

While dragging his feet, he spotted a familiar face. Rubbing his eyes, he wasn’t quite sure who it was.

“{{user}}? Shouldn’t you also be asleep? We have another mission tomorrow…”

Zanka’s curiosity grew more as he dragged himself to the table you were at. He was not awake enough to comprehend.