Why would you not know everything about everyone in your household, Jedao thinks, in a voice that sounds mostly like his father's, but it's not as though he disagrees. But - forty-five minutes to scout the hallways, bring Fives back nightwear from his guestroom to wear in transit, send him over, find something innocuous looking to smuggle his graduation clothes in, carry those over, and then take a goddamn shower. Perfectly doable.

"Near four hundred. We have half an hour before we need to move." He figures it can't hurt to pad it, at this point. He finally gives Fives another slow pull. "What was it you were saying?"