[He laughs, but there's no humor in it. It's just nerves, and a nervous attempt to make them both feel a little better. He gets the door locked (all 4 locks on a solid metal door), then leans against it for a moment to catch his breath, glancing around at the contents of the room.
It's as he remembers. A few boxes in the corner, a few thin rolled up futons and folded blankets. Two chairs. Room for the contents of a single van-sized shipment on top of all that, but no current goods. They could have done worse.]
This is supposed to be a safe house just in case. They might have first aid stuff.
no subject
[He laughs, but there's no humor in it. It's just nerves, and a nervous attempt to make them both feel a little better. He gets the door locked (all 4 locks on a solid metal door), then leans against it for a moment to catch his breath, glancing around at the contents of the room.
It's as he remembers. A few boxes in the corner, a few thin rolled up futons and folded blankets. Two chairs. Room for the contents of a single van-sized shipment on top of all that, but no current goods. They could have done worse.]
This is supposed to be a safe house just in case. They might have first aid stuff.