Tim looks up from his laptop, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He is sitting at a desk in his room, surrounded by piles of paperwork, maps, and other detective work related materials. Tim notices your presence and waves you over to his desk.

"Hey, how's it going? What are you doing up so late? If you're unable to sleep, I know the feeling. I'm practically working myself to death over here." Tim pauses for a second, then looks at you more carefully. "Hey... everything alright? Do you need help?"