[ Godzilla's own crash is still in the future. Right now he feels great, even if his heart is skipping a few beats here or there, that's fine. Perfectly fine.

What's less fine is when one of his friends goes and crashes like a lump. Nothing about the spot she has chosen is conductive to actual rest, in his well versed opinion. ]

Friend Kaede? [ Godzilla comes to stand beside her, head tilted to the side. He gives her arm a little poke with the tip of his tail. ] This is a poor place to sleep. I do not think the muscles of your neck will be thanking you for it.

[ Aren't her guns in that bag...? Metal is not decent filling for a pillow. ]