Every now and then Warren would struggle with bouts of insomnia. It tended to come and go in unpredictable waves that kept him constantly guessing about how much sleep he'd get on any given night. There was no set pattern, no triggers or anything to help him or his doctor understand it better. In fact his doctor's best guess was that he was bi-polar. Warren, knowing depression and mania were not really themes in his life, decided not to talk to the man about it again. Most nights a good seven and a half hours were standard. On these nights he couldn't fall asleep until after midnight and then would awake just a couple of hours later, wide awake and ready to go. It wasn't any fun.
Tonight he was having trouble sleeping at all. Between working on the security systems, helping with the rebuild, doing stuff for work that could not be ignored, and trying to find time to actually sit down with Kitty and go over her presentation, he figured a good night of sleep wouldn't be so elusive. Except he was wrong. Deciding a change of scenery might be good, he grabbed the printouts he was going over and made his way to the kitchen. At this point, Warren was considering the warm milk approach. Anything to get him a few hours before the day had to really begin.
Out in the hallway he could see the light from the kitchen. Having just been in there an hour or so ago to get some water, he knew someone had to be in there. The light was definitely shut off. So who else would be awake at this hour? Knowing the adults on this floor as he did, at least most of them, Warren was already assuming it was Ororo. If he ran a school full of mutants he'd probably be awake at all hours, too. Needles to say he was surprised to enter the kitchen and find someone who was not even close to the headmistress in looks.
The girl was dancing to the music in her ears, cleaning as she did. Warren watched her for a minute, wondering if she'd realize she was no longer alone. He didn't want to just walk up to her, tap her on the shoulder and freak her out. He was in a mansion full of mutants, after all. Not scaring people in the middle of the night was just a given.
After a few minutes of waiting, Warren smirked. It was impossible not to be amused by the situation, really. So he crossed his arms, careful not to wrinkle the papers he carried, and leaned against the door frame. If she turned around she'd see he was fairly well entertained by her obliviousness.