[Rin's own hologram portrays here as a young soldier with a weak chin and cheeks that have somehow retained the pudginess of youth through the deprivations of war. Currently, the aspect reflects her pinched expression, and the filth of the surrounding terrain - the man's skin might be pale to fit with his otherwise unathletic presentation, but it's hard to tell through the mud ground into the pores.]
A hotel? [She looks at Vanadi as though he's crazy.] There can't be one for miles.
[At least - it's very hard to imagine something like familiar human habitation around here.]
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A hotel? [She looks at Vanadi as though he's crazy.] There can't be one for miles.
[At least - it's very hard to imagine something like familiar human habitation around here.]