"You'n your logic." Nix takes off her hat, rubbing at day-old blonde fuzz. "Oh well, you can't say I don't 'ave an interesting life."

The lift arrives, doors sliding open, and she sighs. "I had 'oped it'd open on the bar. No such luck. Well, come on, then."

Threnody tumbles in, tugging Reid with her, and relaxes a little as the doors close. "What number, Nix?"

The older girl shrugs. "Anything relatively out of the way. Dorms?"

"You got it." She punches the button marked B7, and the lift moves downwards with a clunk.