[Sexby had been having difficulty sleeping himself - which was not a particularly usual occurance, because he dealt with nightmares on a regular basis, and managed to force himself through them. The pain in his head and recent memories of suicide tended to break that rule, though. He had been busy trying to bury his head in the pillow and peered out of the corner of his eye to see T'Pol sitting straight up in bed. Maybe, he concluded, that's how people with green blood slept. Or, on second glance, maybe it wasn't. She was definitely awake, and definitely troubled. He sat up himself and called over to her cautiously, and quietly, as not to wake anyone else,]

Madam? [Oh, wait, titles, titles] Commander, is everything all-right?