"It's done with, York, and it's not like it matters now." He sounds more tired tha not but he's bending to pick his helmet back even if he's not putting it on yet, his gaze lingering on York.

"...You've got a lot of time to make up for, and if you're coming back to base, we're kind of limited on space anyway so some of us have had to share.

You're in luck though. There's a vacancy in my room." Because he didn't sleep enough to really bother with it.