It was a nice place. It was a hell of a lot nicer than where they were now. She had to keep that in mind. He was sleeping high up above the arena, because he felt like he could, at least, get some peace and quiet up there. Not a lot of people wanted to climb all the way up there and all. That, and if they tried, he didn't let them. The space belonged to him and his family, and the other people could find their own places.
"Well, do you have any?" He smirked a bit and took the staple gun from her to finish attaching the thick fabric to the walls.
He rolled his eyes at her question and stopped what his was doing to give a look over to her, "Are we going to do this? I'm fine. I just have a few bruises here and there. Nothing's broken. I'm sore. I want a nice sofa to sleep on. Sue me. You didn't even know about the wall, and couldn't tell a damn thing until I mentioned it just now. So yeah, it's a fantastic time to go frolicking through Brooklyn, alright?"
He let his eyes move over her expression a moment before he turned to set back to work with the staple gun-- only this time with a bit more grrrr!frustration behind it. "I needed to get out. And I wanted to be alone. ish."