[Petre's still got his hand as they walk into his apartment, and it's only not grating because he's basically being dragged, not held out of any kind of affection. Still, he drops it as soon as he's inside, glancing around.]

Cookie-cutter. [Like the dorms. His nose wrinkles a little.] Looks just like mine. Gotta get into the district by the beach, some big house, but that means working.

[Not the two of them. He's just thinking out loud, since he hasn't really made any plans beyond being here yet.]