"Ha! What do you know? I'm in 302. Practically neighbors! I wonder how they assign these things," He ponders allowed.

The RA assumption is reasonable, but of course, untrue. At least at this time, becoming an RA seemed a little irresponsible when he is, eventually, looking to cut and run from all this. Places to be and all.

"Well--" He strikes out a hand. "Mucho Gusto, Peter. I'd better be off. Only so much time, after all."