Alex blinks at him for a moment before she reaches automatically for her glasses, because she is blind as a bat without them and she wants to be able to see him in the low light of the hotel room. She tilts her head a bit, watching him, and wondering what it was that he dreamed, if he didn't remember it.

Either way he definitely looked more at ease, if that roguish look was any indication of how things were, Richard almost seemed like himself. Whoever himself was now. "I slept okay," her voice is soft and tired sounding, but it doesn't have the notes of fear that came with it on her sleep notes. It just sounds normal. "For me okay might as well be great." A little smile follows the word before she just asks: "what did you dream?"