[He wakes with a start, sliding gracelessly off the edge of the bed with a thump. He pops back up in a moment, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth and then reaching for the pitcher of water on the nightstand.]

Good, honest. Much better. [He runs his hand through his messy hair, trying to paste a smile across his face.] I can probably fix myself up now, jus' need t'go down to the cars.

[He rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck, feeling incredibly stiff from the way he slept and gasping slightly at the pain that jolts through his system.] 's not gonna be pretty...