Letto blinked at the knob, then at her. Then he grinned, wide and pleased, his teeth pointed and interlocked. He began to tinker with the knobs eagerly now, turning one until it lit, then shutting it off, then the next, quickly making sure which ones worked and which ones didn't. Carson followed her as she meandered, peering into what had been the pantry before. Most of what had been there had gone to rot and vanished years ago, but there were a good dozen shelves or so of canned goods--not tasty, he supposed, but palatable all the same.<br/><br/>"I don't know if they know yet or not, but we're thinking along the same lines. There's more than enough rooms to house a hundred or so Runners, at the very least, and if we have to we can find more space. I think there's even a medical facility here--medicine, bandages, who knows what else?" He hugged her close, kissing her on the lips, the nose, her cheeks. "This is where the future begins," he whispered, squeezing her tight.