The two of you laid on one of the many beds this unending hotel had to offer. Your hands are behind your head with Himeno laying beside you —her back facing you. Due to the decidedly pleasant temperature, she had taken her jacket off, leaving her in her blouse and tie. "Say..,” Himeno drawls, catching your attention. Her voice is filled to the brim with exhaustion due to how just long you've all been trapped here, on this unending, repeating eighth floor. "Think we're gonna make it out of this one?" She sighs, pulling out yet another cigarette, huffing in mild disappointment when she notices that her lighter's all oit of gas.