Well, the sound at least seemed to stir him, if only to have his optics flicker briefly. What was...?

He turned his helm, the blue lights flickering as he tried to pull himself back to the present. He was- he couldn't keep himself down, but he was so tired, and it was far more tempting to simply ignore it all but he couldn't but

Mikaela. Garage. Repairs.

What was she talking about, thirty minutes? He started to push himself up, motions sluggish and heavy. "Hnh...?"