Shelton had retrieved two energy drinks from a vending machine in the lobby, and was walking back to his room.
He passed Werner, who was sitting down reading a newspaper. "Hey," said Werner.
Shelton turned. "What?"
"So, you're sharing a room with Shakila?"
"Yeah. What of it?"
"Nothing." Werner folded the newspaper and put it down. "How old is she anyway?"
"Never asked," replied Shelton. "Maybe around around twenty. Why?"
"Dunno."
"I don't know what you're insinuating," Shelton narrowed his eyes, "but I needed a mostly private room to get ready for the operations. Shakila kindly offered me one."
"Wasn't that nice of her." Werner folded his arms.
"Look, I'm really tired now, and I don't feel like explaining myself to you--"
"--Hey, I'm not judging, you can do whatever you like in your private time. This is a dangerous business, and we could all die any day, so carpe diem, or carpe noctem in this case."
"This conversation is over." Shelton resumed his walk to his room.
***
Shelton came up to his and Shakila's room and knocked. He had an energy drink in his hand and another tucked in his belt.