Beckett chooses to respond with a vicious snap of the blanket to unravel it from where it's been folded, leaning down to smooth it over the sheets. The living room's probably the warmer room in the house, but it never hurts to prepare an extra layer just in case. There's a small part of her, though, after that comment, that wouldn't mind letting him shiver.

"Same place I keep my guns," she adds smoothly, moving around to his side of the mattress to tuck the blanket underneath the edge. She straightens up with a sigh, looking down at the handiwork.

"Well, I guess that's everything. Bathroom's down there, and my room, but I'm fairly certain you'll only need to find one of those in the middle of the night."

She's half-convinced he'd mix the two up on purpose.