Oh thank God. The sound of Ivan's wristcom has Duv breathing a sigh of relief. He no longer has to avoid glancing at that side of the room. Though when his eyes drift over he immediately brings them back to his work on the comconsole. Why the devil does Ivan look good even when waking up from a nap?

Regardless of his personal feelings on the matter, he chooses to ignore Ivan's waking form. He's almost finished at his comconsole desk and then he'll be ready for his meeting with Simon Illyan.

"Captain Vorpatril, I trust you rested well," he says plainly. Might as well give the man a chance to keep his dignity. Ivan had been kind enough to do that after he carried Duv's sleeping body out of the building. An event he still imagined from time to time, much to his dismay.