It always takes Daniel a good twenty minutes to thirty minutes to become cognizant in the mornings, longer if he has no ready access to coffee. He needs to devote most of his brainpower into registering the tonal presence of another person, and then sitting up and then - realizing that the person who's been talking isn't actually Seth.

"Nnnnh," Daniel manages by way of a startled grunt, reflexes kicking in at the same time the leftover Ascended senses go off in every back part of his skull. There is something seriously different here about this - person, whoever he is, but at the moment his scrambled brain can't place what. He sits bolt upright, masterfully avoids getting tangled in the blanket that he definitely doesn't remember being there before, and tries to process everything at once. Semi-successfully.

This time he forms words. Well. One word.

"What," says Daniel.