"Good." He was wondering about that. He steps into the room and... huh. It's... small and western, but whatever. It has a bed and while he's hesitant to get the sheets dirty he also is too tired to care all that much. He sets his dirty clothes down by the door and takes his shoes off without even thinking about it, padding over to the bed and sitting down.

What do the dead dream about? He's not even sure. He takes his glasses off and sets them near the bed, squinting at her a little bit. "... What are you going to do?"