[Meritless nobility. Warmed by the praise, Ademnet tucks that phrasing away for later. Much as he revels in being blunt and uncouth, there are times when it pays to be rude more politely.]

Hadn't thought that far ahead, to be honest. Probably should go find where I'm stayin', now that my head ain't tryin' to kill me.

[He examines the number on his key, comparing it to Barnabas's. His room is on a lower floor, most likely. Surely it won't be too hard to spot.]

Think I might go see what sort of food they got around here, too. I don't remember my last meal before we got here. At least that's one bit of not rememberin' I can fix.