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::Vincent, feeling curious to see who his roommate is (and in need of a real sleep-- three months travelling the world without a bed does that to you), slinks silently into cabin B2. Peering around the room, he sees a neatly laid out bed on one side, unslept in and very fresh, and, opposing it, a... strange kind of hunk of metal and wood. Some kind of failed AutoReiv, maybe...? Noticing the scientific calculations scrawled all over the paper littered around the robot-thing, he decides to leave it alone, uninterested in such subjects.

Turning back to his own bed, Vincent smiles. Luxury! Pure luxury! A real bed to sleep in-- he hardly remembers the feeling of such a thing. Stretching out, he lies down on the bed and yawns, totally prepared to go to sleep::