When he realises what's happened, he sighs loudly. "Brilliant. Just my luck. Haul my sorry ass out of bed for a briefing and the blasted CO is late!"
Holding the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger he staggers to a nearby bench, and lies down, stretching out. By the look of the bags under his eyes, pale complexion and three day growth on his face, he is apparently very hung over.
After no longer than a few minutes, he's fast asleep.