ALT Felix bites his lip. “I don’t see any Adrena-Time. Hell, even Adrena-Time addicts take Adreno, and there’s none. You stay here, I’m gonna snoop.” Max rolls his eyes. “Please don’t piss off our hosts. Just make it quick.” He says, and stands at the top of the landing as Felix slinks into the room straight ahead. It looks like a normal bedroom at first glance, maybe slightly larger than the normal domiciles he’s seen. There’s a large bed, and a desk, and a linen closet at the end of the room. He walks softly, trying to step quietly. He goes straight towards the locked door at the end of the room, opens it with a flick of the mag pick, and gags.

ALT "Shoot? A gun? No, no, I am vehemently against guns." “Right, Illinoian, should’ve seen that coming-” “Just because I’m not some midwest country bumpkin-” “Hey hey, I’m from Kansas, not Nebraska, cut me a break.” “Most people don’t even know which one is which!” He yells. “I don’t even know which one is which!”