[Why. Why this. Why so EARLY. Gordon isn't beyond getting up early, but, you know, with sufficient sleep predating it. He squints at the buxom wind spirit like a gangly mole that's been prodded out of its den.]

Look, Flurrie, any chance on us getting some coffee before before we start this?

[Or a shot of adrenaline straight into the spinal column? Because that's probably what it's going to take for him.]