It takes a few hours, but there's a loud 'thump' from Lucia Corina's room. Jun wakes up from where he fell on the floor, whacking his shoulder and making him wince. The nightmares... of course there was screaming and death and panic in his dreams. Why would he expect anything else to be there?

He slowly gets up, reaching for his glasses. If he's going to be awake he might as well be able to see. ... Right. This is where he is. The cruise ship of the dead or whatever. In any case he looks around and finds his shoes, getting them on. He pauses as he passes his dirty clothes... he can deal with those later.

Jun heads out towards the lounge again, looking for that girl. ... She's the only frame of reference he has for this place. He doesn't care if his hair is mussed - it is - because he doesn't have anything to fix it with. ... Hopefully she doesn't care - wait, why does he care what she thinks?