"Between fifty and seventy-five, I think. It fluctuates and I haven't thought to count recently," he admitted, and pushed his glasses back up his nose from where they'd slipped down a little. Lyla would be able to tell him in an instant, but she'd learned not to appear in front of new arrivals in case they freaked out even more than they were already doing.
"I've been here almost a year now. I arrived in the middle of February, and this is the start of January, so almost eleven months." And other than one or two glitches, he'd pretty much loved every moment of it.
And then they were at the elevator, so Miguel put his hand on the panel to summon it. It arrived within a couple of seconds and when the doors slid open, he gestured for Bertie to go in first.