Roxy glanced up from her laptop, the tip tap of her fingers hitting the keys momentarily silenced. “You´re a GHOST, since when do you sleep?” She then asked, fixing him over the frame of her glasses.
“And it´s hardly half past. I´m off tomorrow so there´s no need for me to go to bed early.”
“Oh, I don’t, or rather I can’t. I wouldn’t mind a nap, but it seems like death is a constant stream of unending consciousness with no concept of the passage of time.” He only knew the time from the gently ticking clock on the wall behind his young acquaintance.
“No, perhaps not, but surely you’d like a proper nights rest. You never know when you’ll get the chance. Just because you think you’ve got tomorrow off doesn’t always mean you do. For some reason, supervillains never check our schedules.” Leaning against her desk he glanced at the screen before back at her. “And if you’re determined to stay up, why not pass the time in good company? Go out for a pint with Galahad. Go dancing. Something.”