"How many? Er, lost count. A lot? I mean a lot too, not just a few. I'm sort of wanted in most galaxies for robberies, assassinations, murders, I like to make it different every time. The bounty on my head is pretty impressive, actually," What? Why not brag? He felt proud that he was worth something at least. Even if it was money to kill him off. It was the first time in life he actually felt valued, when he saw the money his head could get someone.

"Very few drugs have alerting properties, caffeine never worked on me and sex just makes me think of lying on a bed... not a good train of thought," Closing his eyes again he stretched out and exhaled slowly. What could he do to keep awake and not hurt his eyes with the light? "Got a shot of anything that can work? Keep my brain awake?"