Allison sounds like she has everything under control in a way that Klaus envies, and has envied his whole life. Despite their father's mistreatment, all the mishaps with Luther and their siblings, Allison had a cool calm about her that he could never fully wrap his head around. She's no different now, comforting him while sorting out lodging and giving detailed instructions without batting an eye.

He doesn't entirely hear everything she says though, his mind drifting in and out, unable to really focus on anything now that he's calmed down and stopped moving. It's not exhaustion, per se, because he doesn't feel tired, but his brain simply can't keep up.

"Hm?" He looks up at her, bleary eyed. "No. I'm fine. I'm just dandy. I feel like I've been hit by a freight train." He turns his face back to her middle once again, yawning before he speaks. "In case you didn't know, drugs are bad, kid."