Tony/Sharon
"Keep calling me temporary director and you've got a bright future ahead," quipped Tony, letting go of her hand and keeping a watchful eye on her. If she needed help, he was nearby at least. Everyone else had checked out after their shift, or were on call.
He walked with her toward the elevator and smiled over at her. "It's prepackaged unisex, different sizes? But there's a change of clothes in the bedrooms. We had someone show up in a bikini, so it's there if they need it. Friday can help you order everything you need. So just ask."
As he punched the button, he thought she should know more about Friday. Privacy issues were always taken into account, even after the recent incident.
"She isn't watching, listening, or scanning you in your room," he tried to assure her. "She's only active for about 10 seconds after you ask for her and make a request. If you stop talking to her, she turns off. Same with the commons rooms in the residential areas. We had an incident though. One of the guests attacked a couple other guests in their room. So out in the hallwways? She's on twenty-four seven."
The elevator doors opened so they could step inside.