Carmel had finished her dinner and cleaning up her things. She'd heard that people might be hitting the bar later, which made her wonder if she really wanted to stick around or not. She was tired, but it also worried her that people would be drinking. These people, despite her liking most all of them so far. There was no telling what alcohol would do when thrown into this mix. Perhaps she'd keep an eye on them, unobtrusively. At least cart them off if they had too much.
She ran a rag over the bar with a sigh, knowing it would be a mess later and vowing now not to clean up after them.
Watch her clean up after them later, she thought with a sigh.
The elevator door opened and she looked up curiously. "Hello," she told the man with the British accent. "I'm afraid it's much more boring than aliens. Welcome to the facility, which is like prison but only better."
Hmm. They should totally come up with a name for this place.