Danny laughed against the receiver, carelessly picking at the pile at the foot of his bed. "I'd hate to be a sucky host during our little party. You know what room I'm in, right? One fifteen." The ship's corridors could be a real labyrinth. He hoped the room number was all Matty needed in order to find his place. He hated the thought of the poor kid wandering the halls like a mouse in a maze. "Do I need to navigate you?"