Len side-eyed him as he took over the bed in two seconds, blowing out a breath through his nose. He pulled his goggles down and set down his gun. He needed to charge it, but he didn't have the equipment with him. That would have to wait until tomorrow.

"I'm not finicky, I just don't want to get crabs from a dirty carpet," he said with a wry smile. He shrugged out of his parka and hung it up. "You planning on sharing that bed with me, or do I have to arm wrestle you for it?" He would lose arm-wrestling Mick straight, but he wasn't above cheating.