[ He shakes his head. He may be sleepy and sick, but he's not as green as Shepard might think. In military terms he is, but exterminating dangerous creatures is an area of expertise... or it should be. ]

Nah it's not. I didn't tell him I wasn't sleepin', didn't want him to know. I wanted to go after it. I know how to hunt, I've taken hundreds of monsters down, I can do it in my sleep. It shoulda been cake.

[ Oops. He winces at his own mention of cake. Angels, he's so out of it he's breaking his own rule about never mentioning cake again. He flops back against the pillow, defeated. ]

I'm never not sleepin' that long again.