After a few minutes of emptying his stomach of the alcohol he'd drank, Reno managed to get a hold of himself. Rinsing his mouth out, the redhead returned to the main room silently. This usually meant he was tired or too ill to complain. A sure fire way to tell Reno wasn't all right.

Settling down upon the bed, he yawned lightly, nuzzling the pillow, his worst wounds bleeding lightly in places. He was exhausted, uncomfortable, unwell and not even slightly at home in this world.