You are all fated, at least for the time being, to sit in puddles of your own sweat, stupefied into somnolence while watching my face getting redder and redder as I pontificate a mere few feet in front of you.
In other words, there is apparently not another room available, though if someone else switches somewhere, one may yet come up.
Of course, the question will be then, why did they switch? We might be out of the frying pan and into the fire.
So to speak.
My advice: wear layers.

