Steven is a fairly sound sleeper more often than not, with a small list of things that will make him bolt to immediate alertness. It helps when one is surrounded by younger orphans to both sleep through and watch over, just as much as it helps when one is surrounded by the hum and rumble of a starship to sleep through but be alert to if the tone changes.
He's soundly asleep in his replica of home, his phone set up on the bedside table with a background noise app playing the closest thing he could find to the sound of his ship when something shifts. It's enough to stir him a little, but the sensation is somehow familiar, so he settles again. If anything, he falls deeper asleep with the soft tip-tap of little metal legs.
At least until, maybe five minutes later, one such little metal leg prods his cheek. He swats vaguely at the poke and mumbles sleepily, only to be poked again when he settles again. A grumble and another swat only results in a third poke, and Steven finally opens his eyes.
"Ugh, Bip, it's too early. My alarm hasn't even gone off yet." He closes his eyes again, only to bolt up a half second later and pluck the little robot off his bedside table. "Bip! You're here! Is anyone else?" A sad sounding whistle has him frowning, but he cradles the little robot anyway.
"It's okay buddy, at least you're here. Come on, I'll tell you all about this place! Maybe my roommate will get up early enough to meet you."
It's not much in the way of returning what he's lost, but Bip is precious to him in a way his powers aren't. He'll take it.
