"Thanks." Right, so whichever one doesn't have anything in the little alcove then. He checks, chooses, and settles down a minute later on 'his' bunk. Almost like basic training, except the barracks had slightly more room.

"Queens, huh? We're neighbors." That produces a small smile. "New Yorkers gotta stick together, right?" Right. But also: "In person?" Yeah, he caught that.