He nods, and steps back to pull the door the rest of the way open.
The room...isn't a standard Milliways room. To Curtis, it's more space than he's had in almost twenty years; to anyone else, it'd be downright cramped, barely bigger than a prison cell. And it's dim. No windows, no more light than one would need to comfortably go about their business.
There's not even a bed. Instead, a hammock dangles in the far corner. But there is a small desk with an equally small stool, if Andrew would prefer to sit somewhere other than the floor.
It may take a little extra time to notice that the walls of Curtis' room are pretty thin, too. You can hear the indistinct babble of the bar below, and the murmurs of guests on either side: a constant wash of sound, inescapable.
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The room...isn't a standard Milliways room. To Curtis, it's more space than he's had in almost twenty years; to anyone else, it'd be downright cramped, barely bigger than a prison cell. And it's dim. No windows, no more light than one would need to comfortably go about their business.
There's not even a bed. Instead, a hammock dangles in the far corner. But there is a small desk with an equally small stool, if Andrew would prefer to sit somewhere other than the floor.
It may take a little extra time to notice that the walls of Curtis' room are pretty thin, too. You can hear the indistinct babble of the bar below, and the murmurs of guests on either side: a constant wash of sound, inescapable.