[He offers her a shrug, before leading her out of the crowd and toward the communal hall. It's a silent walk, and he's kind enough to give her personal space... at least until they get to his room.

When they get there, he presses a hand to her lower back so she'll be teleported with him - a feeling like watching the world burst into sparks around her, and reform inside his room. If she looks back at the door, she'll see the inside has a complex set of mechanisms hooked up to two mines, which seem to be set up to shoot some sort of dart full of yellow, glowing liquid into whoever forces the door open. The rest of the room is vaguely messy, lit by strung-up jars of glowing fireflies... and walls full of conspiracy boards, photos and notes on various people from all around the city connected by multi-colored strings. Even a corner by his desk that seems entirely dedicated to information on a certain grim reaper cosplayer.]

This should go without saying, but don't pay too much close attention to the walls. If I find out you let slip any of the information on them, I will kill you.

[It's a comment offered without heat, as he leads her over to the bed. The only part of the room that's vaguely neat... at the very least he's made it. She'll just have to ignore the dozens of beer bottles littered near it and the desk.]