Frances was a painfully organized individual, so to ball up his soiled bedding and leave it on the floor in the corner was a statement of how exhausted he was.  He opened his door a few minutes after the knock, fully dressed, though his jacket lay to the side. A tint of color spread across his face, when he saw who it was.  Fran looked tired, but he was mostly back to his polite self.  "Good morning..."