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He was escorted to a room of his own.

It wasn't even a room - more of a cache with shelves, shaped naturally in a crescent shape through a wall. It didn't fully enclose. (Reyes would learn this was an alcove which was a word he had not been familiar with). There was grass lining the floor, and an old animal pelt spread in the center which he took to be a bed of some kind.

The man was resting there for a few minutes when he saw a narrow body pass by in the hallway, and a few minutes after that was a second one zipping the opposite way.

Unfamiliar with how busy this place could be, the presence of active bodies served to set Reyes further on-edge.