She almost laughs at the coincidence, two insomniacs put into the same room, but it just comes out as a faint snicker instead. Sal's got to wonder, having foregone all of that government housing nonsense, if this is what other imPorts must deal with; strangers coming and going through their living spaces. A constant stream of unfamiliar faces.

"Sounds like it's gonna be a long night then," she says, looking around the room. It's really not bad, all things considered. Hell, she's been in rented rooms in her own world that couldn't offer most of these amenities. Sometimes it was just safer to camp out with her bird, Congeniality.

A random stranger skulking around isn't as bad in comparison. Probably, maybe.

She sighs. "You know, I've heard places like this offer booze sometimes in tiny containers. Do you suppose they left us anything useful like that?"