"That's the way it is," Hanna said, "You will be under soft confinement in this building for the next few days."
If this was soft confinement, then what do you call the previous arrangement where they only gave us one floor to move around in... Out of respect for the young miss's pride, the people in the restaurant refrained from voicing this complaint.
It was unclear whether Hanna had sought Qinna's comfort with her woes, but their permitted area had indeed expanded from just the bedroom to the entire high-rise.
It was now 8 a.m., and Hanna brought them to the cafeteria to have breakfast while discussing matters, with various races of Senheiser people occasionally passing by. Perhaps they had received notice because they no longer looked at the foreigners like roaches; their gaze had upgraded to the equivalent of looking at clowns.
