Malcolm Bright

[Abel's on room is rather small, and he's only been in a few cabins thus far, trying not to snoop too much as he makes his way to the offered stool.

The space has far more personality than his ever did even before when Darwins enclosure sat above his computer, and it's quite a bit to take in. He doesnt quite sit yet, looking out the window to see a city he doesn't recognize in a time that he can try and vaguely place as probably twenty-first century if he stares at cars long enough.

Giving up on attempting to place them somewhere when the world he knows is probably hundreds of years in the future, he pulls out the stool, resting an elbow on the counter.]

Where is this supposed to be?