Emery couldn't help it; despite her resistance she yawned, and quickly hid her mouth behind her hand.
"Oi, sorry. Ah, no. Honestly, you aren't alone in your thoughts," she said when she was done, and twisted her torso to pop her spine. After over twenty four hours of no sleep, and another sleepless night ahead of her, she felt herself growing trapped between restlessness and fatigue. If she didn't keep busy, she could tell she would drift off.
"The man smiled too much. And his jokes were..." She made a face, stretching the scar crossing her mouth. "Rather tasteless. As though by putting everything in the open, he could make himself seem transparent and safe. You could cut his bitterness with a knife, though, and it would leave behind a slimy residue."
Leaning her back against the wall, she gave Zannrick a look. "All that said...sleep isn't a bad idea." And before he could protest, she held up a hand. "Sleep in shifts. I don't know about you, Zannrick, but Calent has a point there. If both of us are sleep deprived, how useful are we going to be to him?"