[When Finn gives him a nod, Roy slips inside, holding the curtain open behind him. The room is small, but there's space to lounge, on a large flat couch that dominates half the room, and there's a pitcher of water that looks like it's cool, the sides sweating a bit in the heat of the warehouse. Roy walks straight over and pours a glass for himself, then pours a second one and offers it to Finn while he plops down on the couch beside him.

No good posture here, sorry.]

Yeah, guess you've got a point. You get a bunch of people from different worlds and there's bound to be some weird traditions.

[Taking a sip from his glass, Roy smiles against the rim of it.]

Yeah? What're they like? I've...been hoping I could find some good people here. Think I might've started in on that tonight.

[Gently, he nudges Finn's shoulder with an elbow.]