[Home. Mòrag tries to keep her thoughts from wandering to her brother, but can't stop the smile from slipping off her face. She steps over to her own desk, shuffling the items in her arm until they could be set down neatly. The pamphlets, the provided sword and small shield, a small wrapped bundle, and... honestly, Mòrag doesn't know what to do with the giant banana. One end, meticulously sliced open, had plastic wrap tied around it. After an awkward moment, she leans it against the desk.]

That doesn't surprise me. They don't seem to give much consideration to anything. [Like saving that Tornan man of all people, instead anyone else from her world. Mòrag turns a curious glance to Grell.]

Do we have a space to bathe, or is that in another facility?