[Ah, this is... fancy. Even knowing it's owned by the people - gods, that part was real all along, the gods - who took down Set's cult doesn't make the lobby any less daunting to someone like Conor, who's gone from a compound to the hospital to Daniel's nice but modest apartment with only a handful of sightseeing trips in the process. Comparatively, this lobby full of glitz and sparkle and stark black and white patterns is a touch overwhelming.
But Conor doesn't panic. There are people milling around the lobby to get from one place to the next, which means someone he's met is bound to walk past and notice him if he's just patient enough. With that goal in mind, Conor finds it much easier to get himself over to one of the comfortable armchairs and sit down - it's an automatic reflex to pull his knees up to his chest and rest his heels on the edge of the chair, but if someone finds him after he's sat and people-watched for awhile, he may just have one leg crossed over the other.]
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But Conor doesn't panic. There are people milling around the lobby to get from one place to the next, which means someone he's met is bound to walk past and notice him if he's just patient enough. With that goal in mind, Conor finds it much easier to get himself over to one of the comfortable armchairs and sit down - it's an automatic reflex to pull his knees up to his chest and rest his heels on the edge of the chair, but if someone finds him after he's sat and people-watched for awhile, he may just have one leg crossed over the other.]