Wyatt rolled over onto his back as he slowly became aware of his surroundings. He was a stomach sleeper. Ever since his mutant power had come into being and his wings had manifested, he had been sleeping on his stomach. Kitty fluttered her wings as she rested on the headboard of the bed he had occupied, giving a little chirrup.

He didn't remember much of the previous night. He remembered bits and pieces, enough to put a picture together, but it was incomplete. He certainly didn't remember this room, or this bed. He sent a good morning message to Kitty out of habit. It was then that he realized Eliza was in the room with him. Rubbing his bleary eyes, he sat up on the edge of the bed, cradling his face in his hands.

He was pretty sure Eliza had stayed sober, and he was almost certain nothing had happened between them. But, he didn't know for sure. His head was pounding and he knew he'd drunk too much the night before. He rubbed his temples and managed to get out a gruff, "Morning." Well, he supposed it was morning. It could very well be the middle of the day. He had lost all sense of time. He yawned, very loudly and very adamantly, before lifting his arms above his head and stretching.

With a 'whoosh' his wings unfurled. They knocked a few things over, but nothing important or breakable. After a moment or two, he brought them back down to nestle against his back. He looked down to check that he had clothes on before he lifted the sheets away from his body and stood up. "We're on that ship, aren't we?"