Michael Fickery sighed as he got himself up. He was worried and distracted. He wanted to do something, but in the middle of the night, that was rather hard. And he had no idea what to do exactly. Sighing, he paced up and down a short distance from Lucifer, hoping to figure things out as he did. He really wanted to stay within Lucifer's company, but was unsure whether he was wanted or not. The man hadn't told him to get lost - yet, though, so that was a positive.