His visitor, who was still not facing him. So, instead, Gambit got an eyeful of massive bun and a redwood hair pin staring back at him like an eye. Miku could almost feel the beams of disapproval shooting from her mother, though if that were partially imagined and partially work of the nightmare god, she wasn't sure.

She wondered which was more rude, staring at the half naked man behind her, or continuing to stare at the wall. "Then what are you going to do before you get tired again?" Not that it mattered, even people who were awake and aware weren't that for very long. Not if the silver-cowled walking dreamers had anything to do with it.