You were whistling, sat down on a chair near Miguel's computers, tipping your head back lazily, of course, Miguel was engrossed in the screens, I guess you could call him a workaholic with this whole multiverse thing... It was a little boring to just sit in silence, the brief sound of keys clacking being the only thing keeping you away from falling asleep.

Miguel briefly glanced at you, watching your half-lidded eyes and languid state as you stretched your legs, sighing quietly to himself.