Jofre can write his name. His handwriting is atrocious and his spelling is inconsistent, but he puts himself on the top slot to lead the Trade and Travel committee, because a) he wants to be on it and b) being in charge means he can drag everyone into the atrium and breathe. It's a lovely atrium. Enclosed, but not suffocatingly so. He has the feeling that he's been fighting to retain consciousness all day. He tried Air Bubble and it didn't help, so probably the problem is something else, but it's a problem.

"Trade and Travel this way!" he calls, before someone tells him they have an assigned room.

There are benches, and weeds, and a little twisty tree, and decorative gravel, and an azalea. Jofre claims a seat near the azalea.