[Grey did at least pack the sleeping bag, so that can be unzipped and draped over Grey's shoulders at least- but for the most part, yes, Manabu's only real asset for this assignment is his body. And the wait is going to be miserably long, well over an hour.
Grey does his best, and Saint Simona has no shortage of under-maintained buildings. But it seems every time he finds a likely looking place, a cursory examination will discover people still living and working there, or other squatters who have gotten there first- or just, the building is in bad enough condition with deteriorating floors and walls and mold and whatnot that Grey thinks Manabu would still be better off on the factory roof.
Grey's sight flies across one street. Than another. A whole block...
He eventually finds a place that doesn't look too bad, at least on the upper floors, and once he's satisfied Grey sends himself back to his body with a jolt. He grabs at Manabu, as much to orient himself as anything else, and blinks several times.]
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Grey does his best, and Saint Simona has no shortage of under-maintained buildings. But it seems every time he finds a likely looking place, a cursory examination will discover people still living and working there, or other squatters who have gotten there first- or just, the building is in bad enough condition with deteriorating floors and walls and mold and whatnot that Grey thinks Manabu would still be better off on the factory roof.
Grey's sight flies across one street. Than another. A whole block...
He eventually finds a place that doesn't look too bad, at least on the upper floors, and once he's satisfied Grey sends himself back to his body with a jolt. He grabs at Manabu, as much to orient himself as anything else, and blinks several times.]
Manabu...?
[How has he been holding up?]