After waking up that morning, Anise had to take a few moments to think on the events of last night, trying to remember everything they'd done. She and Luke had collected most of what was in the storage room, which was probably more than enough for a surgery or two. They just had to figure out how to use the equipment properly... and hope that time was still on their side.

Struggling against fatigue, Anise pulled herself out of bed and made a half-hearted effort to fix her pigtails before allowing her nurse to escort her to the cafeteria. The food didn't look very appetizing, but Anise took a little bit of everything. She'd decide which items she actually felt like eating after she sat down.

Guy was already seated at a table, and Anise made her way over to meet him, moving sluggishly and a bit ill-balanced. She sat across from him and offered a weak smile. "'Morning." Her voice sounded as drained as the rest of her felt, but she at least tried not to look miserable in front of her friend. "How did things go last night?"