[She nodded, advancing to the cafe with a crink-crank along the way, tugging the small wheeled suitcase she always took for major shopping trips. Picking a spot furthest from the counter, she skimmed the tabletop menu. Her voice was such that only Gene could hear her. It was not top secret, but not something relevant to others.]

Well, as the words implied, I was somewhere like a space station. Aim told me before that he visited a familiar setting in the fourth floor, so when the elevator jammed, I wasn't too surprised.