[ Head snapping up, Steve looked around quickly to find the source of the voice. His eyes eventually fell onto a shadowy figure standing in the doorway and he wished he never bothered to find the source in the first place. It really drove home the fact he needed some sleep and quickly, going so long without had some very damaging side effects. Rubbing at his eyes, he shook his head a few times as if to clear the premonition standing in front of him.

Slowly cracking open an eye, he groaned deeply. Still there. ]

Not real. You're not real. I just need to cut back. Sleep when I claim I am and not checking out things. It's fine. It's fine. [ He rubbed at his eyes again, trying to convince himself of it all being an illusion but the voice made it a little difficult.

Hallucinations were generally soundless, right? ]

[ Giving into the madness temporarily: ] We're resting up before getting back out there.