I look up, jittery. I opened my eyes not to find Random sweeping his fingers across the fretboard, but rather standing in an intense posture pointing at the door. I sat up and looked behind me, only finding Spike cooly leaning against the wall nearby. I looked back, "Umm... Random? Are you okay?" I sat completely, focusing my attention on Rowan. "I'm... sorry about that, hehe. Sometimes he has chronic hallucinations. Talk about mood ruiner, huh?" I let out a hrady laugh, halfway to break the awkward, the other because of the funny timing. I calmed myself down again, standing. "Oh, yeah sure. The apartment manager's a jerk about smoking indoors, but I'll join you." I approach Rowan in invitation as we made our way to the door.