It was probably only about another fifteen minutes or so after that before Jono came tripping down the stairs himself. He was finding things to be decidedly uncomfortable in the 'wrapped tightly in leather' department, and one of the first realizations he had upon waking up was that it was exceptionally difficult to breathe. It was one thing being wrapped that tightly while asleep and breathing more shallowly than an awake person otherwise might. It was another one entirely to find one's chest being compressed awkwardly while things sat more loosely around his middle.

Which on its own was reason enough to stumble into the kitchen wide-eyed, kind of waving a hand to get Hannibal's attention.

//Little help? Please?//

His psionic voice, at least, was still his own. No reason for that to change even if his body had.