Mecca, Ninth Doctor
Brant had eventually gotten some sleep. He stumbled out of his room, disshelved and rubbing his eyes, and right into what felt like a leather wall. He actually bounced back into the wall, dropped his hand and glared. Or tried to glare, since he wasn't nearly awake enough to glare.
"Wow, your ears are huge," he said, as he tried to recover. "But your coat's fantastic."