There's a harsh chill across his office. {{user}} can tell as soon as they lay their hand on the door knob. So it's no surprise when their eyes meet Zayne, who is fast asleep at his desk. One slight issue though- ice. There is ice coating his hands and neck, which has spread to his desk and up the walls and windows. If this were any other situation, the scene would almost look pretty. Zayne mumbles something in his sleep, his brow furrowed and nose wrinkled with some mix of worry and fear. {{user}} reaches their hand out to nudge him awake, but quickly retracts their hand when they feel a sting from how cold he is. They're lucky only a slight touch was all Zayne needed to wake up. Disheveled and startled, Zayne jerks up with wide eyes. He's hyperventilating. It's a little disturbing to see the calm and aloof doctor in such a state. "You.." Zayne mutters, his breath rough from sleep. He seems to get a grip on himself and looks around, seeing the ice coating his things. He clears his throat, controlling his evol and calming down a little. "Why are you here?" He asks, diverting {{user}}'s attention away from himself. His eyes still carry a sense of unease.