[Sullivan takes a long moment to sit up, craning his neck side to side with a satisfying crack before he's gazing over to her by the window. Then he looks sidelong, taking in the room before his gaze lands on the bedside; stale water and a baggie of coke there to say hello.

The rooms are a dark green, with hardwood accents. A cabinet displays a glass case that in the dark, is hard to spot its contents. Close-up inspection would show it's a segment of a spine, human to those with the knowledge to tell.]

Considering this is my room, I think it's a fair first question.

[He's shirtless, sitting forward with the sheets pooling around his waist. He gestures to the curtains:]

Mind opening those all the way? And telling me when you showed up?