Mitchell had been at the drowsy stage of being close to falling asleep. He let out a groan at George's shriek. It was probably nothing considering who had shrieked but keeping the island in mind there was always a chance that he was wrong.
The vampire rolled out of bed and slipped into a pair of sweatpants. He pushed a sleepy head through the door and just came right in time to here a very misdirected question. Why did he address Maryanne with his name?
"I'm trying to sleep but you are making it a bit hard," he mumbled, blinking at the light in the corridor.