Making his way down the hallway Bob was rather amused to see his.....associate banging on the door to his "room."
Due to them both being special, rather dubious, cases both Bob and Jean-Baptiste were inducted at an earlier time. Hand picked by Creed for their skills rather than their personality they were given rooms first in the hopes that no...problems would occur later. To Bob, the sleeping solution seemed simple enough: if it was empty, squat in it and hope the boss man didn't complain. Creed was nothing but eccentric, and he never issued anything akin to a floor plan or even room numbers...so why shouldn't spare rooms go to him? 
"HEY BOB, DID YOU SWITCH ROOMS AGAIN"
Sadly such a habit didn't sit well with Jean-Baptiste. He had such a low tolerance for the whimsy in life, a real shame. Upon a second glance, the man was clearly agitated. Bob grinned, knowing that Jean-Baptiste loved his women and his stimulants and that Creed probably didn't let such things aboard. Oh wait, no. Correcting himself Bob remembered that there *was* a woman among the pilots but she was a mood killer at best. Far too much angst in that one. 
"You seem tense comrade.." Bob began, eagerly awaiting the mans response.