I'm getting used to you tearing apart my dignity, Emma. It hurts, but what can I do?
— Bright
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Bright followed Emma's gaze and chuckled.
"Don't tell me I didn't get my own room?" Emma accused.
Bright shrugged nonchalantly.
Emma approached the door and knocked on it. After a brief moment, the door creaked open, revealing the protocol officer standing guard with two special guards.
"Sir, could you please escort me to my own room or a common area, or anywhere else?" Emma asked.
"My Lady, you are already in your room." He pointed to her ticket, which indicated that she shared the room with Bright.
"What about the other staff? I saw the female staff boarding the train as well."
"They are staying in shared rooms with bunk beds, four to a room," he explained.
"Oh, I don't mind sleeping with them."
