[COMPLETE 2/2] Midnight musings

Ah...it seemed that she would need to explain some of her habits to her teammates. She keeps forgetting that not everyone would have the same conventions to certain things such as sharing drinks. Amsteria was going to apologize the moment Grim's grin turned to a frown, but he had already passed the cup to her before she could say something.

She tightens her grip near the opening of the cup, distorting its shape into a narrow oval. Carefully, she pours the liquid out into her own cup. Just a small stream, and it was suffice. Amsteria gives the remaining drink back to Grim, sighing at his request.

"Alright, alright. The sooner we finish this drink the sooner we'll get to go sleep," she mumbles back, lifting her share to her lips. It was merely a swig or two, she did not intend to take too much. The lemon tasted fresh, a bit sour, the tea slightly sweeter than what she would have preferred. Amsteria tosses the used cup into a nearby bin, and glanced at her phone clock again.

4.30 am.

There was enough time for a short wink or two. She waits for Grim to finish his drink before starting to walk back to the room.

The silence of the night became more apparent when they stepped into the room. The light snores, the lack of light save the moonlight filtering through the room's window. The upper bunk bed above Shorinaga's beckoned for Amsteria to slip in and spend the rest of the dwindling night away in slumber.

Grim's whispering caught her attention, however, and she turned to him as he mentions about going somewhere to wash his head off. If it was what she remembered, the only closest washbasin of any sort was far down the way she came, which was pretty much...quite void of rooms. There were lights, of course, but at some point the walls came together and blocked off sufficient light to make it look very dark. Walking down the corridor should be easy, but she noticed that the German was fidgeting, despite what he said.

Every person had their own demons, she supposed. "Do you need some company?" she asked quietly. She could probably leave him be, but that would be too cold too soon. If he needed it, she would gladly follow.

She was somewhat glad that he decided not to approach the restrooms at this time of the morning, as a longer trip would just mean a slower approach to actually sleeping in bed. She shrugs at his affirmation, a nonchalant movement that neither depicts disdain nor joy. She was fine with it, either way. Once more, she steps outside into the hall.

Thankfully this dispenser was not far from the door, and it had, indeed, water listed as one of the dispensable tings. Grim hovered over it for a moment before he turned, asking for some help. The tabs glowed in the fading light, and Amsteria pressed the one marked with a brand of mineral water. As a bottle clunked in the pick-up bin, she rummaged in one of her inner blazer pockets and produced a napkin. Picking up the bottle, she twisted it open and handed both the open bottle and the napkin to Grim.

She was pretty certain the scratch was not serious, but in the pit of her stomach she felt...a little bit of guilt. She stuck her hands in her pockets, and shifted her weight on her legs.

"Look...I'm sorry about what transpired tonight," Amsteria murmurs. She was apologizing mostly for the consequences of her actions, in which it led to Grim scraping his head. Although she could be cold, she really preferred to not maim her teammates while she was at it. One hand escaped its pocket and runs through her hair as she sighs at length.