Cal could only sigh at the woman's stubbornness, even if he understood it perfectly. No doubt days or more of trekking through the wilderness had made her long for a bed in the way only those cut off from civilization knew. He might be a natural outdoorsman and used to sleeping anywhere and on anything, but he could hardly expect everyone to have those standards, particularly since he had access to a bed this past year, constant paranoia not withstanding.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"...Fine"</span>He relented<span style="color: #b30000">"We'll head to a spare room when you're done setting up the generators. But you're not going alone."</span><br/><br/>Normally he would be more than happy to find an excuse to accompany her to a bedroom, but at this point it was more for their safety than ulterior motive. If she wanted him on the floor he'd do it, but he wasn't about to risk their necks for propriety's sake.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"At least until we fully understand what we're dealing with. I admit I'm not an expert on machines beyond weapons and traps, so if you tell me there's nothing to worry about I'll take your word for it. Right now though that's not the feeling I'm getting."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>