“I ain’t tired or hungry, either! I’m just—”
[stifled awkward grumbling]
“Are you sure? You can always go take a nap in my quarters if y’need to. I’ll cover for you if need be.”

“….!?” No way in hell, man.

“Sasha, I got my own place to sleep–if I needed a nap, I’d go there!”
“–I dunno what the hell you’re talkin’ bout, Sasha.” Butts.
“Pardon me, Connie— but I'm really starting to worry about you. You’ve been out of control all day.”