Sam nodded at what Scorn said. At least these guys were with her now, and not with that old leader. She sounded like a terrible boss to have. "Well, I suppose they're a bit better off now. At least they have some free will to stay or go." Sam hoped. Sam had to remind herself she knew very little about Scorn's actual personality. Sam figured that the other girl was being too friendly to act like this all the time.

"I'll just put my stuff in the room." with that, Sam slipped into the nearest room and placed her dirty bag on the bed. Sam wasn't sure she could stand sleeping on it, even temporarily. She hated beds, which was mostly why she slept anywhere. It reminded her of her time in Curdon Cay too much. Even now she could imagine large cement hands reaching up from the sides of the bed to hold her in place while she felt her consciousness slipping away. Sam suppressed a shiver. No, this was different. Softer, like a large marshmallow.

[i]Yeah, and the dresser's made of licorice.[/i] Sam chided herself. [i]Don't grow attached. This is still dangerous.[/i] Sam quickly folded her spare jacket and placed it in the top drawer. When that was done, she took out her 'collection' of comics. It was five stained/torn/damaged comics that she liked to read. She placed them on the dresser, and sat on the bed. It was comfortable, at least. She reflected on the events of the day. Rogue Conduits, the Syndicate, and the museum lead. It all moved so fast, she was glad for the brief respite from it all. She sighed and grabbed her now empty bag to head back out to find Scorn.