[ It's not even really that Keita is looking at Viktor's form in any particularly interested way—indeed, for the most part he's meeting Viktor's eyes—but when it becomes apparent that the attention makes him uncomfortable regardless, Keita is quick to turn away. It's for the best, too, as they approach the door that leads to the small storage room, which Keita nudges with one shoulder and then holds open for Viktor to join him.

The space isn't too cramped, although it's hardly spacious either. There are a couple of mismatched chairs, one desk, and some shelves full of various props—fake weapons, food, and the like. Keita chooses to sit on the desk, hopping up to let his feet dangle, and gives Viktor his choice of where to sit for himself. ]

Yes, [ Keita says, honestly. ] To adapt as best you can is the only course of action. One of the first things I learned here is that resistance is largely meaningless—the resort will force your hand eventually.

[ And it only took one embarrassing suit flare for Keita to learn. ]

There are good people here, though, [ he adds after a moment. ] For what that's worth.