She stays put in her seat, determined to brew in her own brain for a little bit here. There's no one home nextdoor, so Gyre can take his time.

When he barges into Nine's room like the fucking nightmare he is, he'll find a room that looks nothing like Eight or Seven's spaces that he's been in. There is no furniture. There are various metallic holes in the walls and ceiling, all the exact same diameter. Some have a few dots placed around them in different patterns. Some have nothing at all.

Besides those, there are black cubes stacked up in all four corners of the room. Some are smaller, some are bigger. But by one of the piles of cubes, there's a boombox sitting beside what looks like an all black laptop and some kind of controller. It's all leaned neatly against the wall, as if this is exactly where it belongs.

There really ain't much in here, huh...?

Not even a bed.