[ She'd bristle at the implication of her being a prude if she knew what he was thinking, but she can guess enough to at least be a little huffy about it. It's not the chivalry; in fact, it's endearing in its own way, but given their history (both long and short, past and present) she knows he's trying to be polite for all the wrong reasons too. Or the right ones. Bloody hell, she doesn't know. But she grew up with a brother and served in the company of men for years of war. She's not about to balk at something like this. ]

Steve. [ The name is firm, she's just short of crossing her arms. ] I know the serum means you don't need as much sleep as the rest of us, but even I can tell you're dead on your feet from the past few days. I'll... I don't know, [ she says, waving a hand, casting about for a better idea. ] I'll ask Claire if she minds sharing until we find a better solution.