Miguel followed in Jack's wake, glancing over his shoulder to frown at Marla, who was still lounging in the door. Her eyes were squarely on Jack's retreating bottom. Miguel decided to keep his trap shut rather than give Jack any more nightmares about the experience. Thank God they were away from that woman...
"/Number?/" Miguel asked, catching Jack's elbow when he turned the wrong way. "/You don't know your room number?/" That seemed a little dangerous, didn't it? Nevermind, they'd look for it later.
"/What did you want to do for food?/" The ship had plenty of options, of course, ranging from muffins to full-course meals...