[So she knew? He doesn't want to be rude, he really doesn't, but this isn't exactly something he can brush aside. He steps back , narrowing avoiding the tentacle aimed at the hand that had so disturbed Maya's sleep.]

Well, um, how to put this...[He sighs.] You're not exactly supposed to be under my bed. Like, this is my room. You...have your own room to sleep in, right, Maya? [A pause. Perhaps...?] Is...everything alright where you live, Maya?