[He's relieved she's so agreeable, and gestures for her to follow without any hesitation. The sooner they're out of here, the better.]
We have an apartment... sort of. It's more like a room, right now. You're probably assigned to one, too.
[The corridors he leads her through are dull and featureless—metal shafts that give one the impression of traveling through metal tubing, with no obvious end in sight. The doors along the walls, each numbered, are the only things that break up the scenery. If he hadn't been here for this many days already, he might have walked by his and Rosette's door without even realizing it (as he'd done more than a few times, those first three days). But even in the dim emergency lighting, he finds the number 304 easily enough and pulls the door open.]
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We have an apartment... sort of. It's more like a room, right now. You're probably assigned to one, too.
[The corridors he leads her through are dull and featureless—metal shafts that give one the impression of traveling through metal tubing, with no obvious end in sight. The doors along the walls, each numbered, are the only things that break up the scenery. If he hadn't been here for this many days already, he might have walked by his and Rosette's door without even realizing it (as he'd done more than a few times, those first three days). But even in the dim emergency lighting, he finds the number 304 easily enough and pulls the door open.]
In here.