Rachael looked back at Memo as she stepped through the doors, the strange man was immortal? Despite her own accelerated healing and uncommon pigmentation Rachael found that hard to believe, there had to be a limit to what mutations were capable of right? Either way Memo's abilities seemed awfully complicated and more than a little inconvenient, even if he truly did have immortality.

Once she was inside Rachael cast her eyes around the lobby, the place looked rather nice already. A testament to Devon and the others determination to get it tidy. She was momentarily surprised by the sudden appearance of a lady behind the front desk. Perhaps she'd been to preoccupied with examining the interior but Rachael hadn't noticed anyone else in the vicinity. "We get our own rooms?" Rachael asked in surprise. She had kind of expected a dorm setup, with about two to three people in each room.

Laughing was good. Laughing probably wasn't misunderstanding and thinking that something reparative needed to be done, at least not laughing like that. Plus this guy was being nice and offering a hand. Memo used it to get himself to his feet, and then offered his keyboard, since it was the easiest thing to release. He was kind of tangled up in everything else.

Another person! Had Memo seen her before? No way of knowing!

"This place sounds even better than it did online," Memo said in pleasantly casual awe. Sure, it needed some physical work, but the people were nice and helpful and there was even privacy, which really eased up the low-key pressure at the back of his mind. Some places weren't tolerance of much intersectionality, after all, but it wasn't looking like he'd have any issues here.

Perfect place to get things sorted out and fixed! Whatever 'fixed' would look like.