Unless he knows the person, Shanks prefers going to bed alone. Especially because he doesn't, typically, wake up with his cloak on. The house wasn't so considerate to put it on him before tossing a stranger in his bed, either, so the empty left arm of the sleeve of his pajamas is rather obvious.

Fortunately, the paired up bed-mate seems more interested in the package contents. Shanks notices what Zoro keeps, then offers him another bottle of water. He would offer the bon-bons, but he's a bit of a chocolate fiend, and it's one of the few things he's selfish about.

"They are care items. The house tends to give stuff away, sometimes. How generous of you," Shanks remarks as he starts to collect the stuff Zoro doesn't want. "It's meant to help recover."

Perhaps Zoro doesn't need to, though. As for what happened last night, Shanks is pretty sure nothing, not with Zoro, at least. If anything did happen after he was moved, well, he doesn't remember anything.

"Of course. This is my room, though, so I'll be staying, if you don't mind. I'm Shanks, by the way. Your name?"