[Jones pockets her tabacco tin and, before she moves to leave, kicks the lower filing shelf closed with a heel. It might be hard to picture an ex-military facility as lived in, but it has all the right elemenys for it. The casual way Jones approaches the furniture, for example, or the way people seem to fill up the halls without it seeming like there's too many of them. In the longer term, if there is one, Jones doesn't imagine that it's an uncomfortable place to reside, even for those coming from houses. But then, she doesn't share a room with anyone.
A nod towards the door, before she nudges it open with a shoulder.] I can take you back to where Addler's work is. This place takes some getting used to. [Lots of hallways, lots of rooms. A lot of locked doors that haven't been opened in years. And, while she appreciates the efforts of her soldiers, they're only human in their pursuits to pass the time, and anyone new is an easy target for cheap laughs.
It's a short walk back, however: an office, just a few steps before the one they'd left, the door cracked open and the faint sound of chatter inside. Two men in labcoats bickering over their work, a familiar sound these days. (Or a familar sound always: if they are not bickering, are they even truly working?)]
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A nod towards the door, before she nudges it open with a shoulder.] I can take you back to where Addler's work is. This place takes some getting used to. [Lots of hallways, lots of rooms. A lot of locked doors that haven't been opened in years. And, while she appreciates the efforts of her soldiers, they're only human in their pursuits to pass the time, and anyone new is an easy target for cheap laughs.
It's a short walk back, however: an office, just a few steps before the one they'd left, the door cracked open and the faint sound of chatter inside. Two men in labcoats bickering over their work, a familiar sound these days. (Or a familar sound always: if they are not bickering, are they even truly working?)]