"I'm not going to sleep any time soon." So it doesn't really matter when Fjord gets him blankets.

As if to be a bit more persuasive, Percy starts taking Animus apart, starting with emptying the chambers again. It actually feels good to do something this familiar, this methodical. He almost wishes he had more than one firearm on him so he could keep doing it until his mind feels more clear.

But apparently he's going to have to do some work if he wants anything here, even supplies and material to make things.