Actua Are. The winged SOLDIER nodded in confirmation and committed the name to memory. If he was going to be trapped here, in this... this... not-Gaia world filled with clones, he would prefer not having to sleep in the street or anywhere else exposed. He still didn't know if the clones were dangerous and he didn't have his sword.

Beginning to walk off, to sit down and research one of these hotels, he paused. A place this fancy, this populated, wouldn't be free.

"I'm guessing Gil won't get me in?"