Late night, most of the HQ was dark, quiet and still. Save for the rockets that were in graveyard shift, the large majority were tucked away in their quarters, either sleeping, or wishing they were sleeping.
The Latter had accounted for the Grunt Faleen anyway.

The dark haired blond had been having trouble sleeping since they had returned from the mission at the volcano, part of it had to do with the buzzing thoughts in her head, the discomfort of knowing Galactic was going to be a bigger problem now, and wanting to help –do- something about it, While the other part had to do with the dull and constant pain in her back.

She lay in her bed, surrounded by the comfort of dark, laying on the shoulder that had not been hurt to keep from putting pressure on her stitches.
She barely noticed the soft breathing against her belly, Umbreon curled into her form, in an easy sleep.
Though when the restlessness of Faleen’s thoughts become too much for her to just lay down and ponder, she shifted, and sat up, the movement waking Umbreon up abruptly.

Red eyes blinked, ears perking up high into the air, curious as to what was going on.
He watched his master get out of bed; change into her clothes in the darkness, and walk toward the door.
Surprised, and confused, Umbreon didn’t hesitate to jump off the bed to join her.
Maybe a walk would help tire her out, if not, some coffee in the re-room just sounded like a good idea.