He certainly had an argument there, Rinoa thought, unfazed by his vehemence. "Well, none of those things are true," she retorted, wryly, "so I'm afraid you have to go with homeless." She hated saying it, but hid it well, she hoped. Probably not, though. But the fact that she'd been self-reliant (alright, and famous too, in her old world) was all for naught here.
Her first instinct when he demanded she stay with him was elation, at the thought of having an actual bed to sleep in, with a roof over her head. But she knew it was beyond infringing upon Jack's hospitality. Although she had to force the words, she said, "Jack...first dinner, and now this?" A bit quieter, she said, "I won't be homeless forever..."