Ken writhed around a little, trying to get at least some sleep, but he couldn't seem to fall into slumber, as he got out of bed, and started cleaning his weapons. He started with the shotgun, taking it all the way apart, and cleaning and reassembling piece by piece, each component shined. He continued on, until every weapon he had in that room was finished.
Looking at the drink cooler, he decided he didn't need a drink, so he left the room to see what everyone was doing.