It's nicer than any place he's been able to find in the past five years. Having a bed, a shower, running water and air conditioning? Kickass. Space to actually detail clean and repair the armor is also kickass, but enjoying the night as a civvie has it's perks. Like a lack of helmet hair and none of that titanium weave smell the undersuits tend to leave behind. He toes his shoes off once they're inside, fiddling with the new phone he'd snagged along with the clothes.

Something basic like this is a good place to start- pulling up the old holographic testing program's easy enough. Soon he's perched on the sofa, flicking through shapes as fast as they're rendered.