Hank might not have invited himself along for another wander if Arid hadn't regarded him the way she had and then headed off as though she expected him to follow. She's walking to one side of the hall like they've been till now. Leaving him room to keep pace with her.
So he does.
Might as well see this through. His lips pull to the side in some small annoyance at her prying questions. He'd thought he'd been pretty clear about why he was concerned up until now.
"Because every glance around shows this place as modern, and for a modern service industry locale Not to have them is suspicious as fuck." Hank explains amid a grunt of exertion to follow up a particularly long set of stairs. "If they're being misused, there's no telling what kinds of crimes are being done here, and Relaxing at the front for a crime ring doesn't exactly fill me with goddamn joy."
They have to wind through the hotel's various guest rooms for nearly a quarter of an hour before they come to the service halls apparently used to maintain the establishment. Here, a grate has been removed and replaced with what looks to be a tiny door of some kind, though its sealed tight. Hank looks at Arid but before the AI can interface with anything he leans over and raps on it with a knuckle.
It slides open a crack and a bright blue optic light peers out and up at the two of them. The door shuts. An odd sound fills the air behind them as a small end-table materializes out of thin air. Then a bowl, hovering just an inch or so above it. Finally, a bunch of small objects. Once its all materialized the bowl and its contexts drop soundly onto the table with a Pointed Thunk!.
"...Oh." Hank says, with soft understanding and what sounds like a held back laugh.
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So he does.
Might as well see this through. His lips pull to the side in some small annoyance at her prying questions. He'd thought he'd been pretty clear about why he was concerned up until now.
"Because every glance around shows this place as modern, and for a modern service industry locale Not to have them is suspicious as fuck." Hank explains amid a grunt of exertion to follow up a particularly long set of stairs. "If they're being misused, there's no telling what kinds of crimes are being done here, and Relaxing at the front for a crime ring doesn't exactly fill me with goddamn joy."
They have to wind through the hotel's various guest rooms for nearly a quarter of an hour before they come to the service halls apparently used to maintain the establishment. Here, a grate has been removed and replaced with what looks to be a tiny door of some kind, though its sealed tight. Hank looks at Arid but before the AI can interface with anything he leans over and raps on it with a knuckle.
It slides open a crack and a bright blue optic light peers out and up at the two of them. The door shuts. An odd sound fills the air behind them as a small end-table materializes out of thin air. Then a bowl, hovering just an inch or so above it. Finally, a bunch of small objects. Once its all materialized the bowl and its contexts drop soundly onto the table with a Pointed Thunk!.
"...Oh." Hank says, with soft understanding and what sounds like a held back laugh.