Oh, to pick the one person who predominantly externalises his internal monologue.

He rolls over to grab his communicator first, checking the time. "Well, probably a little too early to go say hi," he mumbles. "Maybe there's someone crazy bastard in the kitchens already for breakfast."

Honestly, most of his internal monologue is actually music. It doesn't necessarily line up with the words he's singing, as he goes through the motions of a shower, of trimming his beard back down to manageable stubble, but there's a lot instrumentals he's flicking through completely randomly. At the very least, there's no indication whatsoever he's aware of Kujen; even his stumbling co-ordination is easily attributed to the early hour, not a fucking space ghost.