Dane opened his mouth again, but Dekartha shook her head. “Shoo, shoo.. Go get settled. I’m not gonna’ make you work yet when you’re fresh off the Lift. Crazy stunt, by the way..” She chuckled at him. “Again, just.. pick a room. Find ‘Reggie’ and he can get you some shit.”

Dane just nodded and stepped away. ANDI cheerily piped up, “She’s a lot nicer than I thought anyone here would be. And a bit of a wonder. Nobody chooses to age naturally anymore.”

“Mhm..” Dane said quietly while walking back into the halls. On the stairs he saw some glowing lights-- wait, it was that person in the cat mask again. It looked more like a specialized faceplate than any kind of paper mache thing, though. The eyes glowed yellow and the ears twitched mechanically. The person it was on was wearing a hood and very dark clothing, a little ominous just staring there. A heavily filtered voice came through the mask.

“So… are you staying?”

“Reggie?” Dane asked, stepping back a little from the sound.

“Reiji.” 

“Yes, Reggie-- Ah, Dekartha asked me to talk to you if I needed anything?” He bit his bottom lip in worry, prone to chewing it until it was painfully dry the next day.

“I can get you the basics. Toiletries, a pillow, sheets, a bed roll. Do you need a computer? A rig? I don't know what you do, exactly..” Reggie tilted his head, making his way up to Dane. He was a little taller, figure very slim. Dane wondered if he was an alien under there because of it. Aliens tended to be larger and several species were quite lanky.

“I have my handheld, but.. Something a little bigger for my room would be nice.”

“It’s easy to make you one with our salvage. Pick your room-- maybe on my floor so you aren’t carrying everything upstairs.” Reggie shrugged. “Don’t live up by Dekartha, she plays classical music all night from when she was young. 1980s or something.”

“Oh gosh, okay--” Reggie just grabbed Dane by the shoulders and led him to the second floor.

“Here. I recommend this room. It’s mostly intact and the view isn’t of a brick wall, okay?” He pointed to a door with peeling blue paint, some worn stickers still present.

“Okay!” Dane opened the door and looked around the grimy little space with a frown. “... this is a shithole.”

“Yep. But it’s yours now. I’ll go grab you some things..” Reggie disappeared. He was odd, but Dane liked him. He had a friendly air despite the imposing height and odd mask.