"'Bout fifteen today," Jaime replied, shrugging his shoulders. "That's actually pretty good, if you're counting old network users. The ones who've been here, y'know."

It was as sparse as the hallway they'd just passed through. Single table, a few chairs, bare necessities...and a crayon drawing discarded on a countertop, half-finished.

"They can change their names all they want, but if it's my radar?" Jaime smirked, gesturing to the chairs as he headed to the cabinets. "Fat chance of them getting through this area without getting a buzz."