Cam wandered around the suite, possibly analyzing the defenceability of the position, or perhaps looking for snacks.  It was difficult to tell from an outside perspective.  Finally, however, he found himself a seat in the main room and plopped himself down comfortably and said, "It'll do."

He slid his rucksack of of his back and rummaged around for a moment before withdrawing a couple bottles of water, a wraped package of meat, and a small aluminum can with some wires dangling off its end.

He tossed the water and meat over to his new comrade.  "Its some squirrel I killed earlier this morning.  You look hungry, and it looks like you've got a stove.  Do the math."

Meanwhile, taking a drink from his own bottle, He walked over to the room's door and began rigging the can to the entry.  "Homemade anti-personnel mine." he explained.  "I don't want anything walking in here unless I let it."  He smiled wide and reclaimed his seat beside the TV.