He was in the middle of a fairly restless doze, dreaming of being pushed around between all the different groups of people that talked to him in the fog, but he woke up quick enough when he heard the main door open. He couldn't hide his fire or the place where he was storing his food, but he could get out of the way. The fog filled the place anyway, so it wasn't like he needed to hide too much.
He needed to see who was in his place, though. In case they were there to get rid of him, and like the fog said, what other reason could there be for showing up in the building? He made his way carefully towards the main door, sniffing the air as he did so...
He knew that scent! He did, he knew it, he knew it was... ke'tawtute. Yes. With the blue light, and the little machine that he didn't like, the one that sent him to sleep and that glowed red. He almost hissed at the thought of the machine, but then noticed that there was no red glow in the fog. Good.