[He dampens down a flash of irritation. Likely she was just trying to be efficient, not trying to brush him off.]
[Shrugging again,] All right. I'd much rather get out of this thing anyway.
[He turns into a building just because it happens to be closest, sticking to the ground floor because of his weight. He chooses a place in the back, with less windows since maybe, by Saber's earlier response, it bothered her to have more.]
[He pokes through the kitchen, approvingly -- efficient, everything tucked neatly away -- and back towards the bedrooms. There's two, a larger one with its own bathroom and a small patio outside a sliding glass door, and then a ways down the hall a second one, smaller and windowless.]
[Zelgadis wanders into the smaller bedroom and dumps his cape and clothing on the plain dresser.] I guess this is as good as any. You can take the other room.