[It is a good thing that she's more comfortable with silence, because there is quite some time of it. He winds down the hallway, through the hangar, the broad open stretch of it nearly empty except for the occasional ship, each in a different style.
Past that, into one of the lifts, the silent slide of the floor beneath their feet as it lowers them even deeper into the guts of the station. The light is dimmer here, as if the station was aware of how little it was used. It was, of course.
Eventually they come to a wall seemingly like any other, the slightest indentation that, with the wave of Prince's hand opens.
Someone had a door.
He doesn't pause at the entrance, but rather steps inside, the lighting that reveals the interior not the cool white radiance of the rest of the station, but a warm, heavily tinted light, catching across heavy tapestries and a low couch and a very sturdy desk that looked to be solid wood. He also doesn't take the time to invite her in, as he heads straight towards the desk itself.]
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Past that, into one of the lifts, the silent slide of the floor beneath their feet as it lowers them even deeper into the guts of the station. The light is dimmer here, as if the station was aware of how little it was used. It was, of course.
Eventually they come to a wall seemingly like any other, the slightest indentation that, with the wave of Prince's hand opens.
Someone had a door.
He doesn't pause at the entrance, but rather steps inside, the lighting that reveals the interior not the cool white radiance of the rest of the station, but a warm, heavily tinted light, catching across heavy tapestries and a low couch and a very sturdy desk that looked to be solid wood. He also doesn't take the time to invite her in, as he heads straight towards the desk itself.]