Somewhat gratefully, Bendial accepts, hunching slightly to fit under the doorframe. He looks around, silently noting the rather spartan lack of decorations and functional setup. He can't read ork, though is easily able to surmise that the greenskins would be the only race likely to write something down by scratching into a slab of metal. His palm reaches up again to idly rub at his forehead, the other hand settling itself lightly on her bare thigh.<br/><br/>"Luxurious indeed. You should pester the captain to upgrade you into one of the passenger cabins and let the hitchhikers ride in here. My room's not much bigger, but it's at least got an attached shower cubicle, something I've found incredibly useful. It still stops working every so often, and then it's back to the communal ablution room for a day. Maybe you're not bothered, but I find it a bit creepy every time I end up sharing the place with that Eldar who always looks like she's torn between throwing you against a wall and ravishing you or just disemboweling you instead..."