Cal nodded, taking the stairs, there was an elevator now, sure, but he didn't trust anything that had that much reflective metal in it, especially after what had happened when everyone was dealing with imprinted memories. But that was a personal issue, and he was working on it in his own way, and Needy was helping in her own way.
"Mattress that's in a bedframe and everything." He said, smiling faintly again, "And a kitchenette and everything, all the comforts of home, as they say. Here, this is me." He said when they reached the third floor landing. It only took him a moment to duck into his apartment, returning with a bottle of whiskey, it wasn't quite half full and definitely wasn't top shelf, but it wasn't bottom of the barrel either, "Taa-daa."