The building, such as it is, is the only sign of civilization. Despite which, it seems to have electricity - or something. There's two walls of a kitchen, laid out with a stove, a table, a microwave, etc.
There's also a blackboard against one of the walls, a little out of place.
Its otherwise open, occupied only by a middle aged, balding man, who seems to be baking muffins.
"Ahhh, Miss Sabuki, Mr. Valentine - you're expected, of course. Please, have a seat. Have a muffin, fresh baked. I've found that baked goods are wonderful for softening great trauma."
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