Misa sneaks up on him as best she can with a wooden staff in both of her hands, mischief written all over her features. This guy seemed so serious before, and now he's dozing off right in the middle of their impromptu training camp? It's too funny.

With the quietest of whispers, she creeps ever closer to his chosen resting space.

"Sleeping on the job, are you? Wakey wakey."

And she swings the rod so it'll lightly bap him in the back of the head, unless he senses her and moves out of the way.