His first few attempts at getting a hunter's attention didn't quite work. There were very few ways one could roundaboutly ask for an early dismissal when he still clearly needed at least another day or two to get up without feeling lightheaded, and not even up-playing his Simple Southern Boy Charm was enough.
The changing of the shift wouldn't happen for another twenty minutes or so, if someone wasn't running late; he had taken the time to notice during his stay how rotations went. If his puppy eyes didn't work on the next guy, hell...Dawson would start to consider trying to organize a secret escape off Twitter, if his battery lasted long enough. It probably wouldn't, he used the thing too damn much.
He got desperate and leaned towards the window, trying to catch someone's eye.
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