"I can't," he admitted, though he did push himself to standing from where he'd been looming in the window skill, stretching out the accumulated kinks out of his muscles. "I took a soldier pill maybe two hours ago; it won't wear off for a few more."

He glanced over when she stood in turn, assessing the near-stumble with a medic-trained jaundiced eye. It seemed like she wasn't too weak to stand, just not entirely recovered from a night and half a day's worth of sleep, which was probably to be expected after the exertion yesterday. Speaking of which --

"Since we're both awake, we should talk."