Aya strides over to the same wall that held the food rations and opens a larger compartment, pulling out a small pile of neatly folded, but well-worn blankets. "Have at them," she says, placing the pile on the table. "I'll be in to check on you in the morning. Or, you know, what passes for morning out here." She winks at Fisher. "Don't get into any trouble, alright? I'd hate to end this pleasant meeting prematurely."
She gives the room one more sweeping look, then nods, seemingly satisfied, and turns with a little wave. As soon as she crosses into the next room the door slides shut behind her, locking the visitors into the room.