"We'll have to see what we can do. The largest problem to me is that I cannot figure out what ocean we are in, nor where we are headed. I would not steal a lifeboat with you and try to sail off without an idea of where we were going - such a thing would mean our certain deaths from delirium more likely than not."

The cabin he enters is thankfully one where he woke up alone - identical to the others, if he had seen them, save for where he had thrown back the covers in an angry fit. The couch, at least, is safe, and he sits on it heavily. There's enough room for Cyrus as well, if he wants to.