He's not sure whether to be insulted by her tone or just glad to see a familiar face. "I live here, Faye. This is my room." He nods to the door he's just closed.

It's really Julia's room. Maybe he'll even tell her that. "Going outside? Did you have fun drinking on my tab?" Now he really is smiling: it doesn't matter to him how much she drank. "I told you I was really bad at poker."