Micheletto turns his gaze to the seats next to him first, raising a brow in interest but saying nothing more. He squints against Nancy's light again, his eyes adjusting so that he can look at Eames instead.
"... Mick," he answers, parroting Nancy, gesturing to her as if asking her to back him up. Then he uncurls his legs from against his chest, so that he may stand.
"Was taking a nap. Then the light woke me up." He gives a noncommittal shrug.
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Micheletto turns his gaze to the seats next to him first, raising a brow in interest but saying nothing more. He squints against Nancy's light again, his eyes adjusting so that he can look at Eames instead.
"... Mick," he answers, parroting Nancy, gesturing to her as if asking her to back him up. Then he uncurls his legs from against his chest, so that he may stand.
"Was taking a nap. Then the light woke me up." He gives a noncommittal shrug.