[ Humble, the quarters assigned to their party of three, the space evocative of a blank canvas; the bare bones of a loom, ever a reminder that it is here at Spring Hill Compound where hope for a brighter future will be painted, the tapestry binding sister moons together in strength woven anew, and...! That even so unvarnished a location, plain and guileless to the eye, might house threats of its own, for there are those in the Quad who would wish to see the summit fail, and perhaps on a more personal level, see the Director himself fall.

(As he almost had during the riots which had set the wheel of good-will into motion.)

Still, where there is a scowl upon Kanda's face, there is a smile upon Sion's own, the Director shifting his weight to the toebox of his boots so that he might have height enough to peer over the other man's shoulder and into the void of the closet.

It seems clear—there are no bugs, no monsters in sight. ]

Truly, did you not expect for me to take you up, upon your offer? [ Falling back a step, he sets his luggage down, a hand raising to his lips to muffle the sound as he clears his throat, commencing with his best impression of the other man's voice in three, two, one...!!: ] "You can request us for a contract any time."

[ Or so it had been said. (And that impression had been terrible, hadn't it? Sion is left wincing in the aftermath!!) ]

Though, if you are after a honest answer... [ Sobering with a shake of his head, he speaks his next words easily: ] ...I trust you.

[ And as much should be of no true surprise, even after all this time. Sion's heart... it hasn't changed. ]