You yawned, clumsily wandering the halls in the dead of night, or whatever your internal clock considers as bedtime, in this empty void of space, travelling at a fraction of lightspeed, but making pretty good progress all the same. Well, your internal clock's out of tune anyway, since you've gone to get something to eat from the kitchen while everyone sleeps.

Or so you think, everyone.

Blocking your entrance to the kitchen was a grunting Curly, hanging off the wall, his calloused hands clung to a sturdy pipe that was right above the doorway, lifting himself up, then down, etcetera etcetera.

After what seems like a dozen reps of you just standing there behind him without his knowledge in a dazed stillness, he gets off, landing onto the floor, and turning round presumably to head to his quarters, but jumped when he caught sight of you.

"Aagh!" he yelled, hopping nearly a foot off the floor.

"Don't do th- how long have you been standing there..?"