"What are you doing..." He says with exasperation. "Don't jump on the bed. You're not sleeping there anyway." He sets his backpack in the corner, taking a towel and his swim trunks out of it. A few other toiletries come out as well, deodorant, toothbrush and such that gets taken to the bathroom.

He calls from there, inspecting the not-so-clean facility.

"We're going to the fire that's supposed to be out near the edge of the beach tonight. So don't get comfortable!"