"Marlene?" Private shyly asked has he stepped into the habitat. He saw Marlene lying on her bed, facing away from him. He saw her lying on her bed, facing away from him. Maybe he could talk to her later; he didn't want to disturb her at all. She just had to be exhausted, just like the others; she too had been up late looking for that specific penguin. Also, like the others, she had no luck either.
Private turned around to head back to his home, thinking he should probably get some rest also; they're probably going to pull off another all-nighter. "You need something, Private?" He heard the familiar, soft voice say. Private quickly turned back around to face Marlene, who looked completely out of it. "Did I wake you?" Private asked nervously. "No, not really…" Marlene responded, even though it looked like he did wake her up.
"Oh, good…" Private said, "I just wanted to came over and see if you're doing OK." Marlene eyes widened, her mouth started to quiver slightly, she just looked like she didn't feel good all of a sudden. "Uh, Marlene? Are you OK?" Private asked. "Oh, it's nothing…" Marlene paused for a little bit. Her eyes kept darting to the entrance, like she was expecting someone to walk in.
"I hope he's alright…" She whispered out, "I hope…" Private took a few steps closer to her. "I feel the same way." He told her, "Skippah and Kowalski tell me that everything gonna be alright and I should stop worrying and stop thinking about the negative stuff. But I don't know…" He stopped himself, realizing it looked like Marlene was falling asleep.
"You really should get some sleep." Private said in a soft voice. "Yeah, I know." She mumbled. "Hey, Private? Do you think we could spend some time alone tomorrow? It would be nice if I had someone to talk to for a little bit…" Would Skipper let Private do this? Probably. There's pretty much no reason for Skipper not allowing this. "We can do that." Private said with joy. Marlene smiled and laid her head back on her pillow, Private turned and walked back home.
Once he got inside, he looked at Skipper's bunk. He was still sleeping, but someone tossed a blanket on him. Kowalski wasn't in his bed; the lab door was slightly open. Kowalski was probably creating something in there. Private wanted to go check what Kowalski was making.
"Kowalski?" Private asked as he stepped inside. "Private!" Kowalski excitedly shouted, "I think I've invented something that'll help us find Rico!" "You did?" Private questioned. "Yes, I certainly did!" Kowalski quickly pulled out a pole, which looked like it was made out of cheap, rotton wood. Attached to it was a rare smoked salmon.
"That's... nice, Kowalski..." Private said, knowing what to think of his invention."What do you call it?" "Painus." Kowalski said as he slowly raised up a flipper that was covered in splitters. "Oh, by the way, did you toss a blanket on Skippah?" Private asked. Kowalski picked at the splitters in his flipper, "I don't think so..." he walked out of his lab to see, Private followed him. "Do you think?" "I'm not sure." Kowalski said, "
