[Even though he has his own room, he has trouble sleeping too. He didn't mean to come here to the common area for the new volunteers to interrupt anyone else's sleep - he wasn't expecting anyone else to be awake, to be honest. But when he hears her shuffling about, all the metal clanging noisily inside his head as she finds her way around the door, he lowers his head for a moment before he reaches out with his free hand to find the nearest table. He leaves his untouched cup of coffee on the edge of the table before slowly starting to walk away.]
Sleepover