"I suppose it doesn't do to protest too much. Particularly if you find yourself here on a scholarship, or through the good graces of someone." Michelle nods at that, and pulls up a spare chair to take her own seat.

She gives a slight sigh as she sits down, and gives him a brief, sympathetic look. He doesn't seem like a particularly sloppy person, dirt heavy activities aside; just someone dedicated to his work.

That, and a part of her seems to remember having some fondness for flowers. Even if neither of her parents ever had a green thumb, there's... something teasing at the edge of her memories, some sensation that insists she likes them.

"This said... I do admire your work ethic. Even if I question the wisdom of passing out in the lobby, when a bed would better serve."