"Yeah dude, sure," he says with a smile. He likes Stiles, so far. This is a win-win for him, as far as he can tell. Except for the part where he knows he's not going to get much, if any, sleep tonight. That part sucks ass.

"Temper-pedic or maybe one of those Sleep Number mattresses," Cisco replies. His own bed at home wasn't anything spectacular, but it was better than the bullshit down in his RED room. "Think if I flirt with her enough, she'll let me sleep with her tonight?" he asks, only half-joking.

At Stiles's assessment, Cisco nods his agreement. He looks over to see Stiles moving into the next room, which Cisco assumes is a bathroom.

That, he thinks, is actually a really good point. A trained monkey could probably do his job, he thinks, so that's not really a stretch of the imagination. "I wonder what, though. What makes the Computer...happy enough with you to give you a place like this?" he wonders aloud, scrubbing a hand over his mouth and chin before letting his arm fall back to his side. "And I wonder if she'd been registered as a meta, whether she'd still be a BLUE…" he adds thoughtfully.

"What are you two doing? My suite is not that big," Gabi's voice is calling, sounding caught somewhere between annoyed and worried. "Did you find something…? Is everything...safe?"

Cisco looks up sharply and all that he can manage to come up with is, "uuuhhhh—" Stiles, help a bro out.