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[Toaster]

"Three-thirteen B," Olivia replied simply and tossed her PDA back onto the small steel bunk that took up most of the room's far wall. Really, calling her quarters a 'room' was overly generous. It had all the space of a storage locker and was about as comfortable, too. But it served her needs well enough and was cheaper than anything she could have found elsewhere. With most of her days spent in the cockpit, a simple closet with a mattress was all she required. She would not, however, have minded some better heating.

She pulled the rusty metal chair out from under its small, wall-hung desk and pushed it across from the bed, sitting down on the latter. She was curious about what Morreti wanted to discuss with her. In the back of her head, her mind was warning her not to get involved any further with the Xeno, but truth be told, she couldn't help it. He was one of the few people she had any kind of regular contact with and despite distrusting the rebel, she knew that, at least for the moment, he was a valuable contact to have.

There was a knock at the heavy steel door, causing the room's singular ceiling light to flicker.

"Come in."

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Olivia Sable