He groans when he hears her start to punch numbers in, knowing she'll probably guess it before long. Finally, he just gives her the code through the door since he doesn't think he's solid enough to even get the door if he wants to, and he actually doesn't mind her having it in the end.

"Just... be quieter when you come in, ke?" he mutters lamely when the door opens at her behest. All the lights are off and he squints against the bright light of the corridor filtering in. He's propped up against the side of his bed, sitting on the floor in just his jumpsuit, only zipped halfway up his chest like he tried and just gave up. His hair is disheveled, a chunk of it falling into his eyes that he doesn't bother to move. "Are you sick too?"