Cassian stood waiting until the sound of the door closing. Then he visibly sagged. Having the prospect of sleep finally so imminent, every obstacle to it suddenly felt even more tiring than they had when he'd been further away.

"Okay," murmured Cassian, more to himself than Kaytoo. Though he also then looked up at Kaytoo with a slight smile. "Think you'll charge up here or downstairs? Do you mind helping me set up, here, before you do?"

Cassian didn't have the energy to bathe before collapsing, but that didn't matter: it would take the same amount of time on either side of sleeping. Washing his clothes, though—which would be handy for being less conspicuous on the street—should happen concurrently. Which meant setting that in motion now. Also, making the bed, since getting the mattress itself filthy with direct unwashed contact would just be rude.

(Very strange, to feel nostalgic for having to just camp on bare ground out-of-doors, when a proper indoor bed was more comfortable and much more secure. However, it also took so much more prep.)

Cassian started to make up the bedclothes while nodding, to Kay, toward the crate Ymya had opened. "Would you mind seeing if there are any clothing-'fresher pods in there? And grabbing the bathing soap she mentioned?"