[ It's not as if he'd been sleeping, which - it's hard to say if it might have been better or worse if he had. It'd be impossible for someone like Childe to sleep even through the stomping and all the footfalls, less due to anxiety and fear and more due to the sort of anticipatory excitement that one might feel on the eve of Christmas.

Because that sounds like a fight. And goodness knows he'd been itching for one ever since running into Zhongli.

So when the door gets kicked down, revealing the source of the stomping and the shaking, his eyes are already fixed on the lone figure standing on the other side. There's two beds (????) in the small cabin and just enough space between them so as not to induce claustrophobia. A perfect battleground, really, should things go south. ]

You must be my new roommate. [ It's practically chirped, bright and cheery and innocuous. ] If it's a kitchen you're looking for, I'm afraid you're out of luck. There's none here.

What's the matter? Don't like the food at the buffet?