Betelgeuse is in full mope mode, lying under the bed on his back picking at the bits in the mattress while grieving to himself, alternating between wiping at his eyes and chewing on some beef jerky he stole from a vending machine.

Hange's banging on the door surprises him, making him sit up with a yelp and smack his head on the bedframe.

"Rrrgh! WHAT part of fuck off is so hard for you to GET? If I come out there it'll be to shove you off that railing, Hange! You'll be spending Christmas in a BODY CAST."