She mentally stumbles for a moment at the thought of this being homey. "Well that makes one of us, then," she says sardonically as she gives him a look. "The last time I was in a situation even close to this it involved a RV and a shitload of coffee. And going back to my apartment or homebase the next morning." She finally falls silent for a moment as she watches the fire before adding, "This Arena's really making me appreciate microwaves. And water heaters. And plumbing."
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