Pale eyes looked up, full lips curling in a tired smile and nod of acknowledgment. He'd been reading, going through the book, gazing curiously at the occasional illustrations and photographs. He was drifting in and out, head bobbing, eyelids drooping. He tried rousing himself, taking one of the other books to read, but eventually he slipped, knowing the area was safe, patrolled by other Guardians, and comfortable in the company he kept. Before long, Declan was tilted slightly to one side, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. Hair covered most of his face and he clung to his propped up rifle with one looped arm, the other hand hugging the book to his chest.

He didn't sleep terribly long, maybe thirty minutes, before he jerked awake with a soft snort and sat up, looking around worriedly.

"Was I out long? I'm sorry. I'll go look through the archives too. The Speaker gave me a keypass for some classified documents the last time I came here. I'll see if it still works. I completely forgot."