Bel remembers that time. There'd been safety in numbers then, but they both still bear the scars.

"Mm. Maybe we should." The open pipe doesn't need to be capped -- its lead is already shut off -- but Bel spends a moment stowing the tools they'd been using; the kit slides neatly under the cart, out of the way of anyone who might wander through.

"What do you think? Administrative quarters or prison wing?"