The past twenty-four hours have been long, to put it lightly, and Siebren is no longer in any mood to socialize. The physical exhaustion has taken its toll, and the mental exhaustion is somehow worse; letting Sigma loose is always an effort, and dealing with the consequences afterwards is draining at best. Add to that the fact that a number of his colleagues were injured and the new information that had been gathered weighing on his mind, and Siebren is about done with the day. His mind will not let him sleep this early, and he would much rather be alone with his thoughts, so he seeks out privacy in a comforting place - the booth in the quiet car with stenciled constellations.

Except, he sees as he opens the door, it is already occupied - he had not noticed. "Oh- pardon me," is all he says as he moves to close the door.

He owes Ken and Wormmon a conversation - he knows that. He is not certain he is up to having it at the moment.