It looked like the nightly destination was decided at lest. Cliff couldn't decide if the lack of argument meant they were actually getting along. It was more likely that the argument had just been postponed until they broke into the doctor's office and found a more solid subject for it.

Speaking of which...Cliff made a face at Fayt's description. There was a thought to make his skin crawl. "I'll pass."

As for the meeting place, he shrugged. It saved a lot of time if no one had to go running up and down the hallways playing Marco Polo. "Fine with me. What're your room numbers anyway? It looks like things got switched around this morning."