"/Just... Never wake me up. Ever. Unless it's an emergency,/" it really was good advice. Ask anyone.
Nik settled in a spot with a whole lot of vase pieces and crouched there, trying to pick up as many at once as possible. That way he wouldn't be getting himself too dizzy. Or at least he hoped it would work that way.
"Huh," he blinked up at Miguel's note then remembered the manners he'd taught himself, "Oh gracias." Ah, there was the important question, "Sur Padre Isla, Tejas." He probably knew where that was.
With a large amount of shards held in one arm, he rose up and went to deposit them rather unceremoniously into the garbage can. "/I live so close to the border, figured it'd be a damned good idea to pick up the language./"