He settles down beside her, pulling off his boots and socks. His holster. But he puts them close in case he needs to leap to his feet to do something, like that's the way he's slept for much of his life as well.

"Watchin' y'all from a spectate view. Tryin' to warn people if somethin's comin' in that they cain't see. But for me, all I see is distortion. Y'all are the ones seein' the vines an' whatnot."

He scootches back onto the bed, giving her plenty of space.

"Been tryin' to figure out how to get to hospital records, too. We need to find out how them people are doin'." He wants to make sure that it doesn't look like something might suddenly hack them, either.