[ Lily isn't in a hurry, not now. The most urgent of health problems have been dealt with and people are now on the mend. She's sure she'll get busier again soon, but she's also taken to combing through the pods and lockers every jump, looking for people she knows probably won't be there.

She hears Ichabod as she passes though—the locker slamming—and it stills her long enough to see what it is he's calling poppycock, exactly. She almost smiles, but really it stops with a small upward lift to the corners of her mouth. Her eyes still look tired. ]

Most people have migrated to those floors, but I know that some have stayed on in their originally assigned rooms anyway. Safety in numbers was the idea, I believe.