Stirring slightly, Syrgei opens his eyes and thinks for a moment where he knows this particular ceiling from. A moment or two thought, and a jarring complaint from his back and he sits up, stretching and rubbing the stiffness out of his muscles as much as he can while still wearing his coat. Not exactly morning... Not entirely certain what woke him up, Syrgei sits for a moment, deciding whether or not it's worth going back to sleep. His pony-tail hanging loose and to one side, he pulls out the cord and tucks it into his coat. Bringing up one knee to rest his arm and head one he starts to nod off again.