"I noticed." It feels less like a bunk and more like a cell. he'd had his turn in those- no thanks. "I'm gonna get set up over there and bunk down for the night. You need me, you know where to find me."

With that he gives Wash a clasp on the shoulder and heads out, looping around to the other room. he doesnt' have much. Can't carry anything too heavy but- he's got a few things. A worn book on string theory that helped D sleep that he sets on a crate next to the bed. Alarm Clock Florida gave him for his birthday. A few photos he tacks onto the walls of them in the project, of his unit beforehand. of his family. Bits here and there that make it less like a storage shed and more like his room back on the MoI, even with the stash of booze he never touches anymore.

Drinking the empty hole in his head away stopped working after the first month. Not a somewhere he wants to be right now.