He nods, following her gaze around the hallway idly. "It's taken some getting used to. I'm more comfortable with the shack in the woods look."

Well, not more comfortable, but it's certainly more familiar. He's been living out of shacks or tiny, filthy back rooms for the last six years, it's hard to believe that he could technically have anything he wanted, here. He's not even sure what he'd ask for, if he thought to abuse that privileged, either. Having a place he might actually be able to call home again is an almost alien concept now, and as much as he claims to have gotten used to it, he's not. He won't be for some time.