That at least makes Evan smile as they trot their way up the stairs. "No, not military. These are dormitories, student residences. I live here, at least during the school year."

They make it to the landing of the fourth floor, and Evan goes ahead to open the door, let Mel through first and then trot to walk beside him. "I'm taking you up to my room. I share it with John -- he's one of the guys you saw downstairs at the table, but he has class after lunch, we at least have a couple of hours to... to sort out what our next move is."

He's so in problem-solving mode that he hasn't let himself really enjoy Mel's company yet, and that tension really doesn't disperse till they near his door. It's the second on the left from the stairwell, and he pulls out his key to unlock it and swing the heavy thing open, holding it again for his very unexpected guest.

When it swings closed behind them, Evan's shoulder's slump in visible relief. He lets out a huff of a breath and looks at Mel, really looks at him first time since that initial dumb stare. "You got your arm back," he exclaims, a little dumbfounded.