"There's a whole two fucking adults here," Damien shoots back, along with a sour look, albeit one without much heat behind it. Still, the point stands. Without the kids to talk to, there aren't a lot of people around that he could make conversation with -- he has no peers here, age-wise, never you mind the fact that he might actually be befriending the kids. Akechi, his favorite, is so very clever.

"But yes, that's at least partially mine." A beat, and then without meaning to, he echoes her thoughts with a, "Hopefully, this place figures out how sleep works, now that we all actually have rooms." And hopefully without all of them just randomly passing out where ever, while whatever or whoever is running the show tries to figure out what sleeping even means.