[ In a room further back from his entrance, Amos stops at the sound of his name. He hadn't necessarily been expecting to hear anyone, but at the same time... makes sense. ]
Yeah. Over here.
[ His voice is tired, resigned as he steps back out into what was once his lobby, rotted chairs and couches taking up some of the space. Floor might be comfier at this rate. He inclines his chin in greeting, lowers it. ]
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Yeah. Over here.
[ His voice is tired, resigned as he steps back out into what was once his lobby, rotted chairs and couches taking up some of the space. Floor might be comfier at this rate. He inclines his chin in greeting, lowers it. ]
Anything going on out there?