Giving a large and dramatic groan, Chris began to unfold and slowly sit up. He rubbed at his eyes to wake himself and blearily gave Belthazor a baleful stare for the insistence. He really couldn't say no for long, no matter how much he wanted to pretend he could ignore the world outside and their problems that summoners were sworn to help solve. Being a public servant was something Chris had prepared for all his life, but that didn't mean he didn't wish it was a little more kind on his own wishes as a person.

"I'm up," he mumbled, reaching up to press the heels of his palms into his eyes. "I'm up. Tell me we've at least got food before we go?"