She'd expected shade. Instead, inside was hotter than hell. The dark was livid, distinct after the bright technicolor of beyond the walls, arid mercilessness of white, stark sun. Spots danced over her eyes, Maggie blinked rapidly and the shades were shoved hurriedly back up, raking a path through blond hair.
She squinted around, a silent stock-take concluded with the jerk of her chin. "Who else?" Maggie didn't expect the quarters provided much of privacy. This was where men had come to live with state-sanctioned stringency. With what lay beyond the gate, this was now luxury.