After a few hours, just before the sun began to rise, Nikolai woke up, grumbling as he looked around the room, whispering, "Good, we aren't dead." He got up and stretched before slinging his shotgun over his shoulder. He walked over to Declan and crouched down next to his head, staring at him for a few seconds before lightly plucking him on the bridge of his nose, not enough to hurt, but enough to wake him up, as he whispered, "Up and at 'em soldier boy, time to rally the troops and get this walking buffet on the move. Oh, two things by the way, 1: I am a very light sleeper, and 2: I wouldn't cut your throat in your sleep... I don't have a knife." He chuckled as he moved away, leaving him to get up.