Cygnus looks up from his computer terminal, the dark circles under his eyes extremely apparent. He takes a chug of his energy drink, his eyes bright behind his anti-glare orange glasses, and scrubs a hand over his face. "Can I help you? You're not with Beqiri, right?"

When you confirm you aren't, his body relaxes. "Good. Uh, what time is it? Was I working through the night again?"