"I think I have seen him around. Took me a minute to get passed the horns. But, sixty-seconds isn't that long."

His expression shifts at the next question, absently biting the scar on his lower lip as he thinks about it.

He hadn't had anyone to really call before. He'd like to think they wouldn't mind, that it was important to let them know. Quietly, he glances around before realizing his communicator is still in his pocket, checking it. He tries to keep the look of relief off his face but, there is a message there already, Fitz.

"I'll, um...I'll reach out myself, when you leave? I should probably try and sleep, but I don't get much anyways, so it might take me a while." He can send some things out, or finalize that gym notice he'd been working on. It might be a good idea to check the network too. He hadn't done that yet.

There was some hope in his mind that this had passed through the ship quietly, but it won't take long for him to realize that it definitely hadn't. He's not going to actually go to sleep for hours after this and end up exhausting himself most likely.