O'Brien still had the confused frown on his face-- his beat up face, thanks to Leah. His brows went up a bit when he saw Eloise lean down in front of him. What the hell?
"Hi."
He dropped his hand away from his head, and managed a lopsided smile up at her, "good morning. I think." was it morning? He brought his hand back up to rub at his eyes and face, "I feel like I was hit by a truck. And yet," he canted his head in consideration, "surprisingly well rested." He sighed, dropping his hand away again to look back up at her, "I fell asleep." or passed out. One of the two.