||[Feb. 3rd, 2010|11:29 am]
::runs hand through rebellious hair, quickly lowering it to stifle a yawn...apparently sleep in morning should have been extended to a sleep in day::
::blinks when a blur of mostly orange darts past::
Neelix? Neelix! Where's the fire?
::sighs when Talaxian halts and looks around with even more panic, offering self-translation::
What's the hurry?