"Your quarters are this way."
Sarah walked beside him, her eyes occasionally glancing at his ribs as if checking her work.
Ray had departed, saying he had an important task to attend, but Sarah had speculated that he probably went to grab a drink.
Not that it mattered to Makun, the thing he craved the most now was his room, a personal space, something clean, not as damaged as it had been at Mr. Okoye's building and not some homeless shelter.
He mentioned it to Sarah who had volunteered to accompany him there.
They walked through the main corridor, passing the hub, then turned into a narrower passage Makun had not noticed before.
The reinforced steel panels gave way to something warmer, wooden accents lining the walls, softer lighting overhead.
Then he felt it, once again, the shift.
Makun was confused, a shift while already being in the veil, he had to dive deeper into this topic.
