Sweeping through a look under the bed and there's nothing yet but Synth and a few other Search Drones snuggled close for warmth. Their red glow gazed on Elec, there's malicious play aimed of course. But as one opens its mouth to speak.

"Got you."

With the sound of skittering and a thump something's dropped from the wall, onto the bed. When ever Elec is to look up, there is Snake, hands under his chin grinning at him.

What a lovely ambush. He's learning not to strike physically, but it took so much will power not to tackle. Yet...