Grif snorted. "Sorry I didn't steal you a pillow too, dude."

Not that he'd found any of those, otherwise he'd be on a pile of them already.

"Everybody gives me all this shit about taking naps and now what do they want us to do? Take naps. I'm psychic or something, man. Unappreciated before my time. Maybe I secretly got two powers."

He was exhausted too, and the only way he'd found to deal with things like murder death arenas in space was the tried and true: talk out his ass about it and pretend it was all just a joke.