[The only person Aaron had shared a room with in over six years was number 3, another Outcome Agent that had been killed just a few days earlier at the outpost in Alaska. That had been a good deal different than even the few times he'd shared a room with Marta while in the run... which was even more different then sharing his bed with her. And yet, when he glanced over his bandaged shoulder and looked at her, she looked right at home sitting on the couch.

And he felt rather comforted knowing she was there.]

I've yet to visit a single place that does not, but then it's not everyday I get fished out of the ocean and find myself surrounded by a shape-changing alien race. These guys might consider wheat grass shots a rare delicacy.