The control room was empty and darkened when Waver entered, all but a single screen were offline. And over that beeping control panel, there was the sleeping form of one Romani Archaman. He had stayed late trying to figure out some coordinates, and, honestly just to make sure next time he would operate the equipment faster. Near his right elbow, there were two empty energy drinks, while another had slipped past the panel and was currently beside his foot.

If he had gotten any sleep in the past week, perhaps he wouldn't need to resort to them. If he hadn't been so stubborn, he would have gone to bed as he had promised to Da Vinci last night. But instead, he had to make an embarrassment of himself and was awoke by the sudden intrusion and mention of his name.

"Eh? Leonardo-What? Are we under attack?!" He stirred with a bolt and frantically looked around. The control room was empty and a familiar man was looking (glaring?) at his direction. "Oh, uh, uhh--- Lord El Melloi II?" He stared dumbfounded because honestly, that sight should be impossible right now. With Chaldea isolated from the world. And the world--

"I must be still dreaming," he muttered with a bitter smile, reaching to pinch his cheek. He had to wake up. No times for daydreaming about playing video games.