He grunted when she squeezed, and took a deep breath as she pulled away. He let her go, hands falling to his sides. "Fuck," he whispered softly, chuckling. "There should be, uh. Some uniforms in the closet there. And then the bathroom's there. Just use one of the uniforms, the sleeve from it or whatever, and a bit of water from the tap. I doubt whoever used to wear them will mind anymore." He followed her out as he spoke, only pausing long enough to kiss her cheek. "I'm gonna go find the others, though, see what they know and what they think of this."<br/><br/>Carson left the CIC and turned down the hall, then again into the Mess Hall. Letto was still there, though now he was heating some of the canned goods in a pan he'd found over the stovetop. The smell was surprisingly delicious, and Carson leaned over the half wall. "Progress already? Never takes you long, does it?"<br/><br/>Letto glanced over and shrugged.<i>I've always been good with old world things,</i>he signed, and Carson nodded.<br/><br/>"It's part of why you stuck out to me. It's been excellent to have you around here for it, at least." He paused, then tapped his knuckle on the countertop thoughtfully. "I found a big bedroom deeper inside. It's got a bed, drawers, its own bathroom--"<br/><br/>The mutant waved to cut him off, a smirk on his face.<i>It's yours. You're the leader. We need you well rested. Besides, I've heard having more room means more experimentation.</i>He winked at Carson, who shook his head in exasperation.<br/><br/>"You're just as bad as Sunny, you know what?" Letto signed for laughter, and Carson shook his head again as he walked away. He made his way to Sunny's room, where he knocked twice and waited for the sound of her multiple locks to open before the door slid open a crack.<br/><br/>"What?"<br/><br/>"Is Natya back?"<br/><br/>"No. She's stuck in Lothering, they have a bandit problem." Sunny scowled. "I told her to bring me with but she didn't listen. Dumbshit. What do you want, though?"<br/><br/>"Mostly to check in. I know Letto stayed here while we went to meet with the Runners, but did you have any luck convincing your towns?"<br/><br/>She slid the door open the rest of the way and leaned in the frame, shaking her head slowly. "Out of my territories, only one has any Runners left. The others were massacred. Nobody in the towns can account for it--one day everything was fine, and the next about a dozen or so dead bodies turned up. Usually all in the same place, sometimes not."<br/><br/>Carson grimaced. "Meaning that the Vanguard knows what to look for when they hunt Runners."<br/><br/>"Yep. Shit's grim. The one cell I could find in Westgate wasn't exactly receptive to my unique fucking charms, what can I say, but they did promise to think over the offer. I told them where Central was, so... guess we check the front door every couple days, hope for the best."<br/><br/>He nodded. "For now, yeah... good work anyway. By the way, there's a bigger room deeper inside. I was wondering you'd be okay with me taking it--"<br/><br/>"So you can have a fuckden."<br/><br/>"Y'know, you've corrupted Letto with that crap?"<br/><br/>"Maybe. The fact remains that you want a sex den with that cute little thing of yours."<br/><br/>"What I want is not the--okay, no, it is the point, but still. Be nice. She thought you hated her, I've been doing my best to try and convince her otherwise."<br/><br/>"What? No, your girlfriend is a fucking snack. She's awesome."<br/><br/>"Please never call her a snack again."<br/><br/>Sunny just held up two fingers and stuck her tongue through them, then slid her door shut in his face. He sighed. That was about as much as he had hoped for. He turned to head to his room--his now prior room?--and got started gathering up his things. He wrapped up his belt and guns in his coat, then threw it and his armor over his shoulder. He grabbed Malia's stuff, too, then took the load back down to the CIC. He left it in all in a neat pile next to the door, then went back for more. It took him about three trips to get all of his clothes and personal belongings moved, but he got it done, all of it staged next to the door to be brought in and organized. Once it was done he stepped inside to see how she'd done with her own chore.