The mission was interrupted, briefly. Resulting in a safehouse while you'd await further orders come morning. It wasn't anything lavish, anything works for a night. Though it was suspicious right off the bat that you'd been given one key, but you disregarded it.

Until you actually entered the room; to find the most overplayed trope of one cheap looking bed taunting you. Before you even drop your bag, let alone open your mouth— Wallcroft throws his belongings on the bed.

"Sleep on the floor." He states, bluntly with little to no room for argument. Like it shouldn't be a mutual decision to begin with.