"Guess that means it finally figured out sleep," he mutters by way of agreement, reaching up to rub at his eyes. A breath out follows, and he turns his head, taking a moment to take in their surroundings, himself, and then, "Though, I don't remember being on the L, when I fell asleep."

Nor is the L station that's made its way to the Void -- or any of the L's or the Void's stops, as far as he's aware of them. It all seems vaguely familiar somehow, but not like that. He can't put his finger on how, exactly, though.