T.J. sat about, carefully observing those he would be sharing an abode with for the foreseeable future, and deciding quickly that there were definitely worse accommodations. Finally, he came out of his analytical stupor long enough to ask for two sugars in his tea and sit down at the table. 

Normally he'd assist as well with the picking up of spilled items, but the other two seemed to have managed, besides, he was quite intrigued by the novelty of it all. Although he was loathe to interrupt the intriguing exchange between the Landlady and the Smoker, pure body language as it had become, he spoke up, directing his voice at the landlady but speaking loud enough for all to hear

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[color=00746b] "Excuse me, Marie?"[/color] he asked, recalling her name from their emails, [color=00746b] "May I ask if there is anything we should know about the house before picking rooms? I'd hate to be rude but I've had a rather long night and would like to crash if that's alright?"[/color] T.J. mustered up all of his self-control and politeness, he was running rather thin on both, having been up so long, but figured that pissing off the Landlady was never a good idea (though that hadn't stopped him last time).