It took him a second to even register that his name was being called. His eyes closed for a moment and then opened again, abruptly before he stared at the young woman next to him. "Thank you." A word that miraculously enough came out as half spoken and half yawned. Hands comfortably wrapped in fingerless gloves reached out for the offered sugar and stirrer, but it took him a few more moments to realize what he was supposed to do with them. "You know that you can go on to bed," he finally told her, looking her over as she tried to keep an eye on the console.
For once, it was a quiet night. He knew that it wouldn't last. The world above ground was far too mean and it wasn't the night that growled, hissed and puffed like the big, bad wolf. It was fear. And that was what Samir tried to remember: anger was nothing but badly disguised fear. It came in handy. After licking his lower lip, he finally set the cup down on the first flat and stable surface he found within arm's length and after tearing the sugar packet (nearly in half), he dumped it into his coffee. But when he looked back at the console, Eva was still there. Right. So maybe she was going to stick it out.