Yeah, well, I dunno. You might get stupid and think you can handle shit on your own, so I'm telling you you wouldn't get far. [Considering he looks at everyone like he wants them to start something, is it really that unfair of an assumption? He's not slick, Paolo noticed.

He might not be willing to bend over backwards to make Jindosh more comfortable, but he does make more note of the state of things than he usually would without the company. The infrastructure isn't something he can help, but papers and bottles are scattered around the second floor before his quarters. Someone left out a whole plate of stale bread and cheese on their cot? Someone can just run up and grab that... It doesn't give a good first impression.

His room, at least, has some semblances of order when he unlocks his door. Clothes are scattered but folded, his books are stacked, and his poster is carefully off to the side rather than in the way. He steps aside and gestures for Jindosh to go ahead of him.] Let it run for a little, and it'll get hot. Mindy'll keep an eye so no one bothers you.