Alex just shrugs at that, and she chuckles softly, the sound having more than a little shade of self-abashedness at that. "Well, I know it's one of the things I need the most, so I guess I was being a little selfish. I mean, back home I'm sort of an insomniac." Or actually an insomniac so bad that Alex needed a sleep therapist and even she couldn't help.

Demons were not fun things.

"Were you a cop back home?"