"It is, yeah," Miguel agreed easily, as Lyla manifested beside the kitchen sink and almost instantly switched to show a localized map of the station showing the locations of both O'Haras. "Lyla's shown me where you are. I'll come meet you," he said, getting to his feet and walking barefoot over to the sink beside Lyla so he could wipe away Mouse-drool.
Once he'd calmed down from his earlier nightmares, he had pulled on a tee-shirt and the jeans he wore when he did any kind of machine-tinkering, so they were full of holes from his talons and from getting caught in things, and had oil stains and the like all over them, but they were comfortable and as close as he could get to "lounging around"-type clothes. He saw no need to change out of them, even if he did intend to spider his way towards where Gabe was.
"Hang on a moment, Gabri," he said, and then spoke away from the phone. "Lyla, if Sarah wakes up, just tell her where I've gone, okay?"
"Of course, Miguel. Does Gabriel wish for any baked goods?" she asked, her voice pitched low enough that only Miguel (and Mouse if he was awake) could hear her.
"Gabe, Lyla's asking if you need fed. Will I bring bagels with me?"