[It certainly isn't a classy hotel, but his rooms looking like they're the inside of a log cabin in the woods aren't so bad.

Ford's eyebrows raise at the compliment, but he sees the flowers. During his extensive studies, he stumbled across the colloquial language of flowers. Being wished so well by flora from a robot is actually a very thoughtful thing, and despite himself, Ford smiles.]

I, uh, I know I look like hell, but thank you. And thank you for the flowers. I see good luck and temperance in there, consolation, and strength... That's very kind of you.