Sam spread her arms (best she could, standing so near someone) as if to say it was what it was; she had no explanation, or excuse. "It was like that when I got here. Most of the apartment was. I took down the hammock whoever had it last had up, and brought some stuff in---mostly for my room---but yeah. Why? We may never know. I ever find the original occupant, I'm more curious as to why there are some scratch marks around the front door at the top of the frame, instead of the floor." She meant to ask after that... even if she risked regretting it. Whatever the answer, she'd regret a missed opportunity to ask more.
"You'll see them when we go out again. Given where where're going, you'll have to give me a minute." Motioning to Hiro to follow her, Sam started for the living room. Her communications drone was there on its threshhold, hovering in the nomansland junction of the entrance and kitchenette. She waved the little robot over, and began to type out a text. "You'll also have to give me your word on something serious, since I'd really rather have nothing horrible happen to you. The warehouse has all sorts of stuff, and sure, we're going to stock up there, but don't go alone, okay? Like, ever. Have me or Wing or someone with you."
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Sam spread her arms (best she could, standing so near someone) as if to say it was what it was; she had no explanation, or excuse. "It was like that when I got here. Most of the apartment was. I took down the hammock whoever had it last had up, and brought some stuff in---mostly for my room---but yeah. Why? We may never know. I ever find the original occupant, I'm more curious as to why there are some scratch marks around the front door at the top of the frame, instead of the floor." She meant to ask after that... even if she risked regretting it. Whatever the answer, she'd regret a missed opportunity to ask more.
"You'll see them when we go out again. Given where where're going, you'll have to give me a minute." Motioning to Hiro to follow her, Sam started for the living room. Her communications drone was there on its threshhold, hovering in the nomansland junction of the entrance and kitchenette. She waved the little robot over, and began to type out a text. "You'll also have to give me your word on something serious, since I'd really rather have nothing horrible happen to you. The warehouse has all sorts of stuff, and sure, we're going to stock up there, but don't go alone, okay? Like, ever. Have me or Wing or someone with you."