He thinks about getting up and moving to the chair that's tucked in the corner, but decides to remain sitting on the floor. He drains the water fairly quickly, and sits rubbing the large lump on his head, eyelids starting to droop.

When he hears the sirens he blinks, then looks towards the window.

"Aw, Dave, the hell'd you call them for?"

Dropping his hand, he scowls at the two who walk in the door.