[ It's an expression he's seen any number of times, living in the ramshackle camaraderie of the desert where nothing sweet was ever guaranteed — pure bliss in the wake of an otherwise unattainable luxury. There's a comfort in it, like holding the shape of something he knows up to the light to trace its silhouette.

Popping another chocolate in his mouth, he then sets the box aside and leans over to try and also get a look at her watch's face. ]

Oh? Finally assigned after all that, huh? [ What a primer it was. ] Let see it. I haven't been on many of the floors yet, but if this really is some fancy resort, I can't imagine it'll be hard to find.

[ Granted, their surroundings, for all the ways reality has seeped in after the last few hours, do seem amorphous and difficult to grasp in a meaningful way. ]