Miles has actually had a refreshing nap for once, and compared to how disoriented and tired he's been the last few weeks, he feels great.Comparatively speaking, anyway; his arm's in a cast from his most recent encounter with Chara, and he's looked better, but it's still an improvement. He's still swaying on his feet here and there, though, and he's taking it slow for once, aiming for a walk in the garden early one morning. He might be able to catch Clark before breakfast -- he's got to find a better place for Fat Ninny than the cargo bay -- but his initial calls for Clark go unanswered. Undeterred, Miles wanders over in the direction of the kitten tree. It's been a while since he's checked in on the weird little thing. He hears a distant buzzing noise and frowns, brow creasing, but after a moment he shrugs it off, dismissing it as one sound of the ship or another. He glances around.

"Clark? You around?" Silence answers. Miles huffs, and bends to inspect the kitten tree. "Guess not..."