[If her mother saw the look on Cyrus' face right now, she's almost certain she'd tell her to calm down. That she's unladylike. It's that image that actually helps keep her own cool as she sighs. There's no need for hasty reactions here even if her emotions want to cause this situation to blow out of proportion.]

Whether you like it or not, we are rooming with one another and since you arrived first, I'll let you have the bed. I'll sleep on the floor.

[Hardly comfortable, she thinks, but it's a good compromise for now. Probably better than trying to sleep with someone in the same bed. Even if the floor hardly has any space and she could probably offer to snuggle up with someone else if she truly had to. Then again, she'd rather not...]