Jean was woken up a little before six thirty by a slobbery tongue he immediately identified as not-Az. Opening his eyes, he moved his dog's face out of the way, turned around, away from the panting animal, and closed them again. If Nikko wanted a walk, he would have had the leash in his mouth. It wasn't until Nikko was up on the bed, on Az's half of the bed, and licking his ear that the young man realized his other half had mysteriously gone missing.
Giving his panting pooch a light shove off the bed, Jean sat up, stretching, yawning, and doing his best to ignore Nikko's bouncy morning attitude. Did that dog ever act tired for a change? Pulling on a pair of jeans, a randomly chosen shirt - green this time with a large smiling face on it - and grabbing his phone off the bedside table, Jean went off in search of Az. She wasn't a morning person. Something must have happened to get her out of bed before seven, and he wanted to at least be sure she was okay. He wouldn't be getting back to sleep right now anyway, not with Nikko.
"Sit, stay," he told the dog, who was eager to follow him off to explore the ship. Not today, oh lovely pooch, not before noon... Jean didn't want another run from bow to stern and back again. He closed the door.
After wandering aimlessly for about fifteen minutes - though it seemed infinitely longer to the tired, slightly confused young man who was up a little too early to be alive, in his humble opinion - Jean decided to find someone who may have seen Az. At least, he could find some caffeine. What would be open this early but a lovely little coffee shop?
He got lost a few times, stopped to look at a few maps, before getting his hands on a warm cup of espresso laced with chocolate. Conveniently, someone at the coffee shop pointed him in the right direction when he'd described Az. Thank goodness for that, all this walking, and it was hardly seven o'clock. Thanking the staff profusely, Jean made his way to the library, spotting Azzy there, curled up in one of the chairs.
"Heya Az," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder and wondering if he should have said good morning instead, but she didn't seem to be having a very good one. "You awake?"