Peter had his own reservations at first, even staying in someone else's hotel room who hadn't exactly liked the idea of being a charity case either. Fact of the matter was though that he wasn't the only transplant; Niki wasn't the only one either; and the owners of the manor had been so kind to lend their rooms out in exchange for whatever they could afford. A hotel room would've sapped all the money he had and then some, so Peter, ultimately, had no choice unless he wanted to squat in some abandoned house like a pauper. Considering the alternative and that it would allow more hold on his funds earned, charity wasn't that bad an option.
"We can check? I'm not sure whether anymore people have shown up," although he could take a guess that quite a few had although he couldn't say for sure who or where they had come from, or even whether they were staying at the manor or not. He did know about her woes enough to warrant the next offer out of his mouth, and although the room wasn't large by any stretch of the imagination nor was there more than one bed, "But if there isn't one, you can stay in mine."