It came to Drake's attention, albeit still lying on the floor of the lobby, that he forgot his axe in the woods in his rush to get here. That didn't matter, after all the odds of someone finding it was minimal, and no ordinary person would be able to carry it anyway. However the lack of sleep, cold air outside, and his exhaustion made his desire to get up or even move nonexistent. He couldn't tell if there was anyone even in the lobby but he could hear the various familiar voices of his co-workers conversing to some extent. Why waste the energy to get up then? after all he could hear anything important, and it seemed pointless to get up and get into the business of others. It was so easy to blend in, like a chameleon, except a body lying on the ground may be hard to not notice, his still and silent behavior at least didn't draw any attention to himself instantly. Perhaps it is strange to be in such a position, in a work building no less, but this wasn't your everyday office or your average joes looking at computer screens and re-evaluating company assets, no this was a place filled with weirdos and magic and all that. Hell we have at least one vampire working in the business.

	The smell of muffins and donuts were enticing, but Drake still refused to give in to well, doing something as simple as standing up and socializing. Regardless of how hungry he got, the longer he laid there in exhaustion the more stubborn he got with his situation. Like a seed planting itself in soil. He can hear the mumbled conversations of the others more so, none of which was his business so he didn't bother to tune in to them. Despite the floor being, well, the last place anyone would want to sleep upon, Drake could feel his eyes getting heavy, the numbness from outdoor weather fading with room temperature comfort and the adrenaline that had lasted him through his marathon of getting to the office wearing off.