Tempy swung around at the sound of the lilting Irish voice. At least it sounded human and not like some sort of cartoon. Maybe a bit like the Lucky Charms cartoon, but she shook that thought from her head, considering the man in front of her was clearly more than two dimensional. "Yes, I don't think I'm sleeping either. I think it must be a coma." She shook her head, wondering just what could have caused such a thing. It was so strange. She always kept herself in great shape. Must be something genetic.
She sighed softly and looked the man over carefully. "Are you in a coma, too?" She couldn't recall ever seeing this man before and couldn't work out why he would be in her head. Maybe she had seen him in passing, or he had been a family member for a skeleton she'd worked on. She crossed her arms under her chest and shifted her weight to her right leg, and waited. For what, she didn't really know. To wake up, mostly.