Tillman quirked an eyebrow. He never really was good at dancing around a subject. The direct approach was more his specialty.

"If you're going to continue to sleep," he said the word a bit doubtfully, still wondering how she had managed to pull it off, "in the hallway, I'd recommend one with less foot traffic. Attack someone and there's going to be a lot of unfriendly types breathing down your neck."

His gaze flicked down to her wrist, the number there. "You.. are aware you have a room, right?" It's like he's going for his merit badge in 'assisting strange women on a spaceship.'