[He offers a faintly amused smile in return for the half-joke, answering similarly--]

I'm not sure if it's sleeping that does it, or more of a matter of time. But actually, now that you mention it, there is a space under the bar; one of the safehouses is here.

[But wow does that situation come with caveats, and he takes a moment to consider how to continue. He's nervous about this whole subject for a few reasons, but the right of new arrivals to know what's actually going on far outweighs his own anxiety, and so he soon elaborates; however, he has to pause a few times to make sure nothing is worded in a way that sounds like an order.]

The problem with the safehouse is that, if you choose to use it, it won't be possible to leave for a few days. The door won't open for someone whose ID isn't registered, and allowing new arrivals out is... Frowned upon.

[Putting it nicely.]