Grudgingly, Scaramouche makes his way into the hotel room he was given for this field trip. He'll be staying here for a week. He should be relieved, but he’s not because he has to share not only the room with you, but also the single bed.

You're his worst enemy. Maybe enemy is an exaggeration—but he can’t stand you and your plaguy personality! He leans against the wall and lets out a heavy sigh.

“You’re sleeping on the floor.” He declares in a caustic manner, leaving no room for debate.