As he began preaching against sleepover things, Joanie laughed, shaking her head. "Have you even noticed who all is in that little club? I'm the only girl, I don't think they'll distract me by asking me to do their makeup or anything." Snorting, she followed him into 109, paying little mind to how easily he opened the lock.
The space was empty, and though it was definitely smaller than her place, its emptiness made it seem massive. Joanie dropped her bag on the floor, walking idly around the room while chewing on her thumb nail. She finally glanced at him, raising a brow. "Wait, let me see if I follow. We'll be using this room to keep the people who want to be safe safe. So are we even doing separate cells? Am I supposed to be making like cubicle spaces, or are we locking things?" It just occurred to her that this whole thing was so "fly by the seat of your pants" that they were all butt naked.