[Locked to alloy_avenger]

[leavesapause]

The room is of decent size; large enough to include a table and chair as well as the bed. Though there's scarce space to so much as lay a hand on the table for all the thread, tinted glass and black and white material.

Sora skirts past a pile of luggage to the door, a hand hovering over the handle. "You are an atheist?"

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[alloy_avenger]

Hank's cyborg eyes take in his surroundings at a decidedly slower pace than their maximum capability. He looked to Sora, over by the door. "Nope, just hopeful."

[leavesapause]

There's a pause as Sora considers this. The door is then opened to reveal a wide plaster corridor and held open for Hank. "The crowds are going to assume you are part of a technical cult of one kind or another."

[alloy_avenger]

"I love investigating new worlds," he said with a somewhat diabolical glee. "Crowds, you say?" The cyborg floated an inch off the ground, to and through the door.

[leavesapause]

Sora notes the floating with amusement. "Forgive me, they are going to assume you're a spirit, not merely a cult member."

"Yes, crowds, there's a festival on today." The door is closed, and Sora starts down the bright hallway with large strides. "Would you prefer a high perch or one closer to the parade?"