"If for some reason you are ever down here by yourself, and need or want something, simply ask Bar," he says. "There is no cost. Thank you, Bar," he adds - because Ibani is correct, Bar is a who and not a what.

Skellig has already decided that she will be going on his tab...which is covered somehow, by several people and perhaps even a bit by Bar herself - though she has never left a being wanting, especially not a child.

The walk to his room is short; up a flight of stairs that seems oddly proportioned for how 'high' they are getting (but then again the floor numbers and order do not make sense either) in their climb. Once they have reached the door, he presses some numbers on a keypad and the door *beeps* before it opens.

The room he keeps is laid out somewhat straightforward; it is a small apartment-style space, relatively open-concept. To the left, there is a small kitchenette with a small table that could fit two; more towards the center of the space is a couch and a coffee table (clearly this is where a lot of his time is spent, based on the blankets and pillow that have taken up residence) and against the 'far' wall is a curtain which would expose a window and balcony to the outside, if it were open. To the right is his bed, a closet, and beyond that a decent sized bathroom. The doorways are wider than normal doorways, but that will make sense once he takes his coat off, eventually...

He walks in and sets the box he's carrying down on the coffee table, and encourages her to do the same - once she stops staring, of course.