The concept did not sit well with Samuel, though he could not decisively determine why. He had the vague, uncomfortably irrational sense he was already sharing more space than he could stand. His brow furrowed as this bizarre thought crossed his mind; he tried to clear it away with a petulant, visible shake of his head. "Yeah," he said, drawing out the word. "Good thing the time-space continuum keeps them from spying on us in the shower, huh." He flashed a playful little smirk, and Philip returned it just as swiftly, though there lingered a distant look on his face as though his mind were faraway and this statement had spurred him down a treacherous path of eager contemplation. Samuel realized that whatever else Philip might be, he was certainly one of the more interesting tenants in the building. Their conversation, short as it had been, was already proving more amusing than most he'd had since his barbed exchanges with Charlie. As with her, Samuel felt now a sort of kinship, the foundations of which he could not rightly explain. It did not lessen his suspicion of the man, but he liked it all the same.
"The building does seem to run on a skeleton crew," Samuel said. His eyes fell to Philip's hand, now nestled snugly in his pocket. "Might as well put in for it. They could sure use the help. That damn elevator acts up at least once a week." His smirk grew to a full-fledged grin; he could not resist another chance to taunt, even uncertain as he was that the jibe would find its mark. "They probably do background checks, though. Can't have just anyone working maintenance, poking around when people are out, you know."