Dimi. Okay. Okay. He's only ever had a nickname once, and that was years ago now -- might as well have been a different person, separated by a chasm of catastrophe. He's already a bit giddy with the familiarity everyone on-board shows him (the sleep deprivation definitely isn't helping with that). There's euphoria in hearing his Goddess-damned name so often and so easily; a nickname? Just like that? On introduction? Is that allowed?

He might cry a little.

But that won't do either of them any good, so he rallies his composure (at least he's well-practiced at that) and says, "It's nice to meet you too, Fio. Do you have any idea how long I was out ... ? I hope I didn't disturb you." He doesn't remember any nightmares, but that doesn't mean he didn't have them, and it's the ones he doesn't remember that tend to be more ... conspicuous. "I'm sorry if I did. Don't worry, I'll find somewhere else to sleep." Though where that might be, he isn't sure. Maybe he could time-share with Darcy ... no, she has a new roommate, doesn't she? He'll work it out.