As a thief, Zidane was very well used to the fact that sometimes he wouldn't have his own choice of sleeping accommodations. As a semi-revolutionary, he'd gotten used to flopping down on whatever surface was available after they'd cleared out the local monster population.

But this was war, and in war, sometimes sacrifices had to be made.

A misshapen pile of costumes off in one corner began to move not long after Naminé got absorbed in her work, shifting about as if something was tunneling under them. The very tip of a laser gun pointed out as a blue eye scanned the surroundings, just to make sure no one was waiting in ambush, and when he was certain it was safe, Zidane pushed his way out from under the pile of clothing with a huge and loud yawn, gun in one hand and ...not actually looking all that bad for having just spent the night in a pile of fabric. Scratching the back of his head, he looked around more freely before grinning at the blonde girl. "Hey!"