Tron put his feet up on the table and crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the ceiling. Silvana had been sitting across from him for some time now, but she hadn't said anything yet.
Last time, Adam had been in Silvana's seat, but Riska had also been here then. Now it was the middle of the night so Riska was at her home.
Lovers or husband and wife might have lived together, but Phantoms and Operators rarely did something like this. Only on rare occasions to improve their relationship if there was a drastic need.
"So... While I'm still sleepy and not starting to get angry for you disturbing my sleep... What exactly is bothering you, Adam's Operator." Tron said calmly, slowly shifting his gaze from the ceiling to Silvana.
Tron purposely didn't call her by name, emphasizing her position in this world. He realized that if Silvana had come here, she could only have one reason for doing so.