He shook his head, trying not to pause on the second floor. He kept his eyes on Joanie, refusing to be suddenly more irritable just because the second floor reminded him of Katya and - the simple fact that she was down the hall and could come out, making things awkward. "It'll be more of a distraction, for when you get tired." He tapped his bag, adding. "No braiding hair or doing nails or...whatever it is one normally does at one." He didn't even have the energy to be properly sarcastic.
Luther led the way down the hall to 109, getting the door open far too easily for someone who preached about the law. The lock was cheap and frankly, they already had rented the place - it wasn't really breaking in. He ushered Joanie inside, before propping the door open with his bag. "I think we only have people who need to be kept safe in here. Mats might be alright if people plan to sleep. Or we could throw up a post later on, asking people to bring pillows and chairs."