[ Ana shrugs a shoulder. She suspected as much; she can't sleep in the apartment she's been provided either. The noise isn't a problem really, and she doesn't distrust people quite so much, but the constant hum of activity reminds her of how much she dislikes being alone. She comes from a long military career, always with her family or her peers; she feels adrift among strangers, even after her years of self-imposed exile.

And anyway, now that she's found Jack, she'd like to keep her eye on him. ]

I was thinking we could camp. [ 'Camping' usually constitutes a dry patch of dirt under the stars. Not as easy on the body as a soft bed, but some comforts are more important than the physical. ] We can take turns keeping watch; if we're out of the way and the weather doesn't turn, there shouldn't be any trouble.