Once the girl had moved past him, Jackson followed her down  until he had taken his last step off the staircase and looked around. "these safehouses weren't really created with the sense of alot of survivors were they?" He asked as he looked around. Taking his pack off his shoulders, he set it down against the wall before he began sliding down it himself, Kneeding the palm of his of hand into his temple to work out a coming headache. As he sat there though, he took his coat off his shoulders and folded it up before putting it behind his head.  "You can take the bed," he said finally, use to sleeping in worse conditions then just a hard floor.