[klaus's eyebrows raise questioningly, head tipping to one side in a deliberate manner. he probably looks ridiculous, but consider what shun just said: "who knows what they might try to pull?" the seance can only pray to who the fuck ever and hope they don't invade their personal spaces during sleeping hours as well.]

That'd be a little fucked up. [no hesitation there, obviously. he shifts in his seat, turns around so he can straddle the chair, his arms crossing over the backrest.]

If that's the case, we might have to sleep in shifts or something? We can't go too long without getting some kind of rest.