For his part, Five ignored the man flopping on the couch. This wasn’t a room where someone lived, clearly. He wouldn’t have cared about intruding normally, but this time he didn’t even spare a thought. There was too much else in the room.

The conspiracy diagram on the wall contained nothing familiar and therefore wasn’t especially interesting beyond confirming what Ms. Rasputin had mentioned about people coming from multiple universes. Also, while he stood there, a robot arm offered him a juice box, which was... interesting. (Also interesting but not immediately relevant was the collection of decorated robot vacuums.)

Five accepted it because why not, so when he moved on to investigating the bed, he ended up sitting cross-legged on it, rifling through papers with one hand and occasionally sipping from the juice box in the other.