Navigating the halls wasn't a challenge in and of itself, though Connor wouldn't have called the Inn's layout intuitive. It was given to its kitsch and its novelty and there was a sense of anticipation on what to expect of his own room, The Fabulous Fifties. Likely, it wasn't constructed for someone who didn't need sleep in mind.

Before he could get far, there was a man walking the opposite way towards him that caught his attention immediately. The way he was built, the way he moved--it had such an air of peerlessness that Connor would have been tempted to label him as an android if not for the fact every reading indicated the man was fully biological.