Abasi
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get
Abasi often poked his head out of the door to watch the day and it's citizens go by - never before had he been interrupted during this, giving him the impression he was essentially invisible; when Weaver addressed him he took a moment to reply, as if unsure it was him she was speaking to.
"It is morning." He confirmed for her, though admittedly it felt like much later; he had been in the mortuary for so long with only the bodies for company, working tirelessly to make sure each was seen to in time. "Can I...help you with anything else?" He doubted she had approached just to ask the time of day, but he knew not everyone wanted to just come into a building full of dead people.
