Bobby had probably been up for a while, just the way he was sometimes, it was amazing that a guy that rough around the edges (and all the way down to the core) could be as quiet as that, but he could.
He held up the mug he'd just stirred sugar into, "Mmhmm." Was his reply, he was up, sure, but that didn't mean he was fully functioning just yet. Once the caffiene hit his system it would be better, at least he'd be able to process words once that happened. It only took him a moment to realize what Thatcher had been after, shaking his head, "Damn squirrel's been teasing her again."