[ She eyes him with a skeptical look, but she can't really object. Now that he's mentioned it, the adrenaline rush from her arrival has ebbed and she's just feeling so...terribly...drained. As if she hasn't slept in--oh, she really can't remember the last time she slept more than an hour (and that was only between doses of soldier pills and waves of incoming wounded. ]

Yeah...maybe that's a good idea. You said that number, it's my room, right? And we're, um, neighbors?

[ She's feeling a little chagrined for her tiny outburst. ]