Mathew's eyes fluttered open as he lay on a steel floor. He cleared his throat as he gained consciousness, forcing himself to a seated position as he looked around to figure out where he was. The walls were all metal, everything seemed jagged and run down, and there were enormous books and maps sewn around the desk he was on. It was fairly dark, with only the small lightbulb swinging overhead to illuminate the room. There was a bed nearby that looked all torn up, as well as another smaller bed on a nightstand that seemed to be the perfect size for a small cat.

"Ugh..."

Mathew groaned as he held his head, trying to figure out where he was exactly. He was naked, as usual...

Tayka growls angrily as she storms into the small room, which could barely be considered a broom closet to be honest, her thick soled boots clanging loudly against the floor as she does so. Her fists are clenched tightly together, enough that a small trickle of blood starts to run down her fingers from her nails puncturing her palms.

“That ungrateful little Sraik, years of working for that bitch and the moment work starts to slow down, she cuts us off. I mean, seriously, who the hell does she think she is?!”

Taking a deep breath, before huffing loudly, she tosses her carrying bag onto the bed next to her, to angry at the moment to hear whether or not Xerra is still inside of it.

“We’re fucked! There is no way we’ll make our living payments now!”

She says with a groan… before flopping on the bed in exhaustion.