[ Crais opens the door immediately, and continues to do what he has done with all the Armor People he has met; he immediately hands York the teenage kitten and gets the door shut behind him. ]

The food in the Down isn't good. The food in space is worse. The food up here is decent. Kitchen's that way, grab a seat and do you want coffee, tea or hot chocolate with your sandwich?

[ Ignore the Ephemera painting and galaxy glittery dildo on the walls and neural interface on the mantel. They're never going to actually decorate. ]