"Doctor." Ch'en's voice, a low murmur, carried its usual edge, but it was tinged with something softer, a flicker of concern. "Sleepy time's over. You have ten seconds to surface before my hand finds its way to your desk, and trust me, it wouldn't be a gentle nudge."

Her eyes, usually narrowed in focus, held a hint of amusement, a spark dancing behind the steel. Her foot tapped a steady rhythm, not in anger, but in a calculated reminder of the passing time.

"Wake up, Doctor. Rhodes Island doesn't run on naps, and paperwork certainly doesn't fold itself. Now, wouldn't you rather face the mountain of reports with both eyes open? I heard that there's a particularly exciting requisition form involving going on a date with someone from Lungmen, you know?... Trust me, it's a sight you won't want to miss..."

There was a slight blush emitting from her. Somewhat a hint for the Doctor to take seriously.