Re: The Brig
Dexter had almost managed to get to sleep by that point, so it took him a moment before he realized that the drunk was talking to him.
"Whaa? Oh, I-I was sleeping. When I wasn't supposed to be sleeping, I mean."
He stretched, and since he had been sitting for the whole time, decided that standing up for a bit would probably not do any harm. He paused.
"Uh, wait a minute. What did you do, exactly"
The tone and expression that he used implied uncertainty, even if he had, in reality, no idea what he was expecting. Dexter leaned back against the wall and looked at the drunk with a worried expression on his face.