[ He hums thoughtfully. ] That seems like a good idea.

[ Glancing around, he finds the elevator and steers them toward it, keeping his grip on Maya's hand firm, hoping to channel some of his calm to her. He knows this isn't easy for her, and even just a few minutes in, it's already starting to look rough.

He smiles politely at everyone they pass, and he doesn't have to feign surprise when one of the people with slightly empty eyes murmurs "Elders be with you" by way of greeting. Peter nods and returns it in kind, keeping his voice light.

They're somewhere on the eleventh floor. Their quarters are small but clean, with a small kitchenette and a bathroom; the living area doubles as the bedroom, containing a desk, a bed, and a couch. In truth, it looks more like a cheap hotel room than an apartment, furnished plainly but comfortably. ]

It's better than our old place, isn't it? [ Peter doesn't drop the act, keeping up the dreamy quality of his voice. ]

Oh, but we should look for problems, right? So we can let the administrators know if something's broken? [ "We should look for bugs." ]