Amato shrugged, finding a pillow and blanket, and moving away from the others, seeming to follow Diana. However, he just went to the end of the hallway, and settled himself against the wall, setting the pillow down beside him, and covering his lower body with the blanket, settling in for the night. Before even attempting to go to sleep though, he drew his pistol out from it's holster at his back, and rested it in the pillow, before quickly field stripping his pistol and checking to make sure he didn't need to clean it yet. After reassembling it, he checked the magazine for dirt, and slid it back in. Thinking of something, he stood back up quickly, pistol in hand, but at rest. He knocked on the door into the bedroom, thinking better of expecting someone to open the door with him armed. "Hey, can I ask you something?"