[With another grunt Tyki rolls over, closer to the edge of the bed where he puts his feet on the ground and his head briefly in his hands. Once the throbbing in his temples stills a bit, he sits straighter. He reaches for something on the nightstand, but when his hand waves through thin air his motions pause as gears spin in his head.
Chin lifted, he looks around the room for a long, long silent moment.] Well shit.