As Toussaint continued, Quinn nodded, half to him and half to herself. Digital catalogs on wall screens, moving furniture however she liked it...the more she saw and heard of the CSC, the less she thought she understood. Not so much conceptually; she obviously knew how digital catalogues worked, and she'd looked at them on her phone once or twice before. But this was different. This was...this was [i]furniture[/i] that she could get [i]any time.[/i] How much furniture were they reasonably expecting her to fit? And that, of course, lead into the important question: if they were expecting her to fit all that furniture in there, [i]how big were these rooms?[/i]

She didn't want to be rude after the man had been pretty much the only one pulling for their alliance for who knew how long, but her luggage was heavy and she was getting hungry. Shooting a single furtive glance off to the side, she returned her gaze back in front just in time to catch the last thing he was saying. 

"[color=FFE63D]Of course,[/COLOR]" she replied, dragging luggage onwards and gingerly picking her way across the hangar floor towards the pilot lift; best not get in the way, at least not until she knew how the hangar worked around here. Ducking behind [i]Ablaze,[/i] she walked down the hallway as fast as she could manage until she arrived at the elevator.

...Was there nothing about this place that wasn't shining? Just like in the hangar, the overtly utilitarian elevator platform, fit for about nine people that she remembered was absent. Now, that wasn't to say that the elevator was encrusted with gold or anything, but the clean white did lend it an air of refined sensibility. At least, as far as she could tell. She'd been called many things, but refined was never one of them.

The mouth of the elevator opened wide, more than enough room for Quinn to pull all of her luggage out without trying to cram anything through. After she left, it slid closed again behind her without a sound. She almost wanted to laugh as she stepped out into the hallway and peered around for directions exactly where to go. 

Because even their corridors were pretty.