[ a thump comes from behind one of the new doors that's appeared in the hall, a bit of frustrated mumbling following suit as who ( or what ) ever is on the other side seems to have encountered a couple of... problems. look, some people just aren't morning people. ]

[ a few minutes later dottore steps out in his pajamas, consisting of pants, an unfastened straight jacket, and an eye mask that's askew in his similarly colored hair. ]

Where's the screen? [ he's having a bad morning... ] And do we have any coffee?

[ it's a little hard, but he's got a set of wings ( currently being crushed ) under the straight jacket. as much as he'd like to shed the damn thing and free them, he's far more interested in just getting his color selected so he can gain access to his closet and change. straight jackets bad!, and he's not amused by the producers sense of humor. ok, maybe a little. ]