Jeremy was struggling to contain his immense delight at the clear fact that he would, in all likelihood, be delegated his own room. One of the many perks of everyone hating you, Jeremy thought. Well, it was probably one of the only, very situational bonuses to people regarding you in the same capacity as a suspicious, testicular lump but it was nice that it gave benefits once in a while..... Of course he was in a town apparently filled to the brim with supernaturally endowed cultists who seemed prone to inducing painful demise or more egregious fates to even neutral parties...
Jeremy stood there, contemplating which out of the party would be most suited to ensuring his continued survival. The teleportation woman was good for strategic exit and frankly Jeremy was a large proponent of the idiom "the best defence is the best ability to leave whatever dangerous situation one finds themselves in with great haste and no hesitation whatsoever". The freezing girl was good for at least letting him survive for a few seconds should a brawl commence, had a sentient stand AND if he were to be in the same bed as her it would be to the chagrin his vertically impaired nemesis. However, Jeremy concluded, ultimately the best choice would be the flamboyant, magic sunlight spewing fellow (against all expectations).
Firstly, though he doubted the existence of those previously encountered, biological anomalies in anywhere other than a secure chamber, best placed underground (for now) there was no need to be blind to their potential existence and the being in question was rather good at dealing with them. Secondly, the creature seemed to be a competent brawler and could remove poison utilised by a darkness dwelling killer with ease. Thirdly, and easily most importantly, Jeremy was fairly sure that should an assassin sneak into their rooms during slumber and somehow get past the other defences the group would put up, said assassin would likely opt to stab (or inflict less sharp stand related ailment upon) the reasonably tall, fairly muscular man with the ability to effortlessly dispatch the aberrations serving as a key component to the cult's dastardly scheme first instead of the skinny, frail, short, ridiculously dressed teenager with the ability to express an obvious metaphor about how stagnant his existence is. It was part of the reason he never exercised, he told himself.