Klaus doesn't answer at first. For a few, long minutes, he just burrows his head deeper under the pillow, blanket yanked over his head. Quickly, he realizes he won't be getting back to sleep, the ache in his bones and pounding in his head that he's aware of now that consciousness has dawned is not going to allow it.

He lets out a long, drawn out groan as he pushes the pillow off his head and flops dramatically on top of it, facing toward Jeff. "Mmm... I don't remember." He squints over at him and lifts his head to glance around the room. "Where even are we?" He isn't sure he even recognizes the room, not an uncommon thing after a good night, though.