There's a huff of a sound that's, for all it's almost nothing, still manages to almost feel awkward as he looks back over at his sister in the window. "Yeah... in the boiler room, technically. It wasn't perfect, but it worked." He pulls a face, something half-tilted toward sheepish or as close to it as Diego might ever get. "I kinda got kicked out of the apartment I was in before that for reasons relating to extensive property damage. I worked something out with the owner at the gym I was boxing at." He shrugs a little. The situation worked out fine and he didn't see the point in changing something that was working for him.