"Morning," Zein put a cup of coffee in front of old man Dan, the grumpy dorm manager.
But he wasn't too grumpy toward Zein, however. Either because the guide came from a red-zone like him, or because of the occasional coffee Zein brought him. It was different from the common instant thing they provided on the lower floor, made from the exquisite bean of Zein's executive room's pantry.
"You're going out?" the old man let out a rare smirk, taking the steaming paper cup closer to himself. "That's good, you should go out more now that you're in a safe zone."
It was technically incorrect to refer to Althreia as a safe zone, but for former end-dwellers like them, any place safer than the red-zone was a safe zone. Zein was more astonished by the friendly advice though. It was hard for the people here to hear anything more than a grunt from the old man usually.
