[There's something strangely comforting about the weight of her grip at his sleeve, a desire to twist his hand around and grip her wrist in return. He fights it down, moving through the press of the crowded corridor.] I don't know, probably four. Five if you're lucky. [He shoots a glance back at her, mouth tugging anxiously.] Sorry. It's not much.
[It doesn't take much longer to reach the correct unit. Charlie knocks on the door but no one answers - not surprisingly, there's plenty of people running around dealing with all this nonsense - so he lets himself in without much ceremony. All four beds are empty.] Yours is the lower bunk, left side.
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[It doesn't take much longer to reach the correct unit. Charlie knocks on the door but no one answers - not surprisingly, there's plenty of people running around dealing with all this nonsense - so he lets himself in without much ceremony. All four beds are empty.] Yours is the lower bunk, left side.