[He flicks his eyes to Nyx at the comment about rank- and then turns them back to the windowscreen. The comment is open. Far more open, far more frank than what most would willingly share. But Nyx wasn't most people. He seemed very much an entity unto himself, verbose- but not foolish with how much he shared.

As he pulls into a parking spot, he switches off the engine and accepts the drawing, eyeing it. Quite accurate. The fact he'd actually added in actual measurements to each wall would save them quite a deal of trouble.]

I must admit, I was slightly concerned that what you had taken down would be unusable. [Perhaps he'd spent a little too much time with Noctis- who, while certainly not an idiot or anything close, simply didn't have to be practical.] I'm relieved to see that is not the case. These will help us quite a lot.

[And at the commend about the bed, he can't help but linger, folding his hands on his lap after he unclips his seatbelt.]

You might prefer to invest in something for over your bed. It's much more fun.