The hangover isn't quite dreadful, and Vane's at least learned some tricks to see himself through them, so the bang at the door is only slightly irritating, rather than murderous to his aching skull. Even still, he's still laid out in the thin bed set into the smaller ship's captains' quarters, and he has no interest in moving from it. Sorry, Lakshmi, this is what happens when you arrive earlier than Charles Vane feels like functioning.

"Come in." He calls the mattress, half muffled by the pillow.

At least he's dressed, though, as he apparently just spent last night drinking without the extra activities that often come along with it. No other bodies sharing the space either. Just Vane, with his rumbled shirt, and his boots kicked off, and his hair in a slight mess. And, he makes a mild effort to lift his head up when she walks in. Give him a minute to work up to actual sitting.

"There a reason you're coming around this early?"