The old man looks up at the noise, is faintly surprised at what he sees.
He sits up, pulls out his battered copy of the Guide, fast-winds through the index, types in the code.

He reads. He looks again. He reads some more.

You're a Rover? A little far from home, aren't we? Still, I'm a fine one to talk. Do please try and keep the squeaking down, some of us are trying to sleep. It plays hell with the diurnal cycle, watching a Test in a different time zone.

He puts the Guide away, leans back and shuts his eyes again.