You're not wrong on that front! Stuff hasn't stopped happening the whole time I've been here; soon as you think you can pretend to be normal and peaceful, more stuff happens. If I can avoid cuffs being on the list, more's the better for it.

[First floor. Got the highest concentration of computers, at least from last time he was here, and between the two of them, they can probably carry another set-up all the way back out. ...If he can stomach making her go that far to help him out, of course. (Including making her come back and drop the computer at his doorway, risking her seeing his depression hovel. Oops.)]

Honestly, I'd like to think that if someone got nabbed for stealing a computer, they'd let us all know so we don't do it? But I'd also have liked to believe that no one would kill each other, and here we are all the same. Maybe I'll just start...Decorating the cubicle we end up using, so I can find it again. No big deal.

Anyway. [The doors slide open a second after the ding!, and he motions Althea on through.] Take your pick. I'll trust your opinion on the prime choice over my own, that's for sure. And feel free to dig through it as much as you like for anything we can use, database creation-wise.