Even at a distance, Lucius recognizes that extremely loopy calligraphy. That, however, does nothing to alleviate his confusion. He pads over toward the water heater--burbling alongside them cheerfully--and, if Izzy doesn't move it, will crane and try to read it upside down.

"What in the world does the Captain want with you at this hour?" Lucius asks and then, after a beat, it occurs to him that he has no idea what hour it actually is. He glances back at the curtains, still drawn. It's light out. Fuck.

"Wait, what time is it?"