Corridor to Tanya's Room<br/><br/>His shoes clacked against the tile in brisk urgency, leading him through the facility that seemed to grow larger everytime he traversed it. On his way he passed two guards. Two lax and friendly guards, whom he regarded as he passed. Guards who knew they were security and not jailers. He pushed for men like that to get promoted. But for now, something else was on his mind.<br/><br/>The door was open, slightly ajar. Still, Allen's manners told him to knock before entering. A shameful, almost uncertain smile graced his face as he poked his head in. "Sorry I'm late, Elaine." Before the rest of him followed. He had wanted to be there with her when she presented herself to Tanya, but "that meeting ran a little later than I intended." He explained, even if it was not asked of him. "Though from the looks of things, you handled yourself well."