"G'night, Albel," Lavi called back, figuring that - or its general equivalent - was probably at least part of what the other man had said. He'd understood 'sleep' and his name, anyway.
He curled up on the 'couch', undoing his belt and settling his makeshift clothing so the poncho covered him much like a blanket. Still more than a little mystified by his incredibly bizarre day, he let himself drift off into sleep.