She paused only a second to see the trophies and medals, chuckling a little as she did, and followed him down the hall.
Sammy was prepared to sleep on a sofa or a hard cot somewhere in a corner if it meant she wouldn't insult the kind woman below. The room was more than she expected. It was warm and homey, and a far cry from her quarters on the helicarrier.
She sat down on the mattress and bounced a very little to test it. "This is great, thanks."
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