The door shut behind them as they entered. Lillith led them into a large, lavish looking room. A haggard looking man turned to see them. The first words out of his mouth were not Hello, or How are you, but instead: M "Great. Two more mouths to feed. Well, not like we feed any of the mouths we already have." He shrugged. M "Welcome to the Bunker. The place where people starve." He snarled. Mercy squinted at him and then glanced at Luke, raising her eyebrows. Lillith and Damien dissapeared out of the office, leaving them to deal with the man.

He left the pistol at his hands for a moment, the passive aggressive but non-hostile sarcasm of the rugged man was ..harsh but less threatening than some. "Well thanks, first. But despite our looks, we are competent." Murmuring the end of his sentence about the last two people being the opposite. "Well, we're here to help? I guess?" He looked at Mercy in hopefulness. He put the safety on his pistol and holstered it. "I'm Luke, this is Mercy. We're from about a weeks' travel south-east. Our base was invaded by Misteds and we came out unscathed. ..Because we weren't in there. We have been thriving off of what we've hunted for the past two months." He said, a blank expression on his face. Dutch was sitting between the pair, completely still other than glancing around occasionally He said absolutely nothing about Dutch or to Dutch but he was very calm and alert. If we wanna stay we might as well prove we're helpful.

"Of course." Mercy nodded after him, letting him do the talking. The man looked between them both skeptically. M "Very well. My name is Coin. I run this place. You can prove yourselves to me tomorrow morning. The starving can starve for one more night. And if you fail? Well, not as if im going to do anything about it. Well, go, find your way around. I'll have someone assign you quarters. Er- would you like them to be seperate?" He raised his eyebrows, just as unhospitable as before. Mercy blinked at his question.

He smiled, an interesting name but it sounded cool so what the hell. Then he frowned at the question. He looked at Mercy and cautiously gave a very skeptical answer. "...No?.." They'd been bunking in one bed for two months so he didn't really see an issue unless Mercy tried to murder him in his sleep. "I'm assuming we go thataway?" He pointed to the direction Damien and Lillith went, a nervous smile on his face.

Mercy let out a barely audible exhale, smiling at Luke. Coin shrugged. C "Yep. Your room will be number 147. The numbers are above the doors, pretty damn self explanatory." He said boredly, as though wondering why they were still there. Mercy nodded and glanced at Luke before walking out of the room and down the hall, the way Damien and Lillith had gone. The first room they encountered was 100, so they had a bit of walking to do. She looked over at him. "I will say this, that was not at all how I expected today to go."

"Thanks, Coin." He waved gently with two fingers and walked down the hallway. He was reading the numbers mainly, then he looked at Mercy. "Well it was eventful yes, it hurt like a bitch too. I mean shit." He hugged his arm and gave an uncomfortable expression, adjusting his posture slightly. It hadn't stopped throbbing even a little from earlier tackling Damien.

"I'll go see if they have some painkillers for you. In a place this big, this official looking, im sure they have something that can help you." Mercy said, looking at door 147 to their left. "Well, this is us." She reached for the door and it was not locked. The room was simple, and also very sterile looking. As though it had come out of some sort of hospital, or asylum. There was a bed just big enough for two people against one wall, two bedside tables, and a small walk in closet. A desk faced another wall, all of the furniture a clean, undisturbed white. "Well. This place has... character." She said, glancing around. She walked over to the bed and sat on it, looking at him to see his reaction.

He narrowed his eyes. "I don't need it and I don't know if they would have any. So far its been just hospital esque .." He made a bit of a gesture. He followed her in and glanced around. "How in the hell is it all so white-" He looked at the ceiling, glancing around skittishly. Dutch hopped onto the bed beside Mercy- then half on her lap. "I prefer my home less ..less white. But at least the bed fits us both. Maybe all three of us?" He sat down on a couch. "How many people do you think are here? What if there are kids-." He narrowed his eyes. "Should we try to teach them? ..Well- more you, I still regret having my arm."

She looked down at Dutch and stroked his head absentmindedly. "Well, if this is room 147, im assuming the other 146 are full as well. Im sure there are some children, but I doubt there are many." She shrugged. She didn't generally like talking about children. It always made her quite sullen. "Hey, haven't you heard the saying, 'Those who can't do, teach?' You could be like that! I mean we can't not teach them, can we? The three people we've seen so far are almost emaciated, Im sure they cant last much longer."

"Kids are great." He noticed her unexcited view of kids but didn't want to ask why. He put one of his ankles on the other knee. "We should probably find some kind of medbay before that. Do you wanna see what we can find and do tomorrow? We'll probably be separated so we can teach more people at once. Hunting in pairs is much easier than groups." He made a face at the thought of trying to keep more than one idiot quiet while they hunted.