"I don't like it," France grouches, but he allows Cooper to guide him out of the elevator.

His room isn't that far off down the right side of the hall, and he fishes around in his pants pockets for the key. He pauses for a moment, staring at the door like the key will magically jump from his hand and open it for him, expression sad and rather lost. Canada won't be in there. Just his things.