"We haven't had time to investigate."

"I suppose there is a lot going on..."

"Yeah. It's been - hectic."

"Perhaps you'll get time to- relax, at some point."

"Speaking of - we'll need somewhere private to sleep."

"My bed'd be a tight squeeze with three. The warehouse loft should be free tonight, though, and I think the Arena safehouse as well."

"Perfect."

"Which?"

"Well, if your bed's not available... We'll take the warehouse loft."

"You remember where it is?"

"I'd hope so."

"Just remember to lock up when you leave, then."

"I will."

Then they're leaving?

Yeah, they should get moving...

The warehouse in question is more or less right around the corner, facing the docks. Though the entrance to the upper level that's been converted to be at least somewhat habitable, the "loft", is hidden through a shed coming off the back.

The door's locked, of course, though that should be no obstacle to someone of Lilou's skills.

Yeah, she gets the door picked faster than most people could find their keys. 

"Welcome to the safehouse life," she says to Bérengère.

"Not that much worse than military camps," she says, looking at the threadbare amenities. "Oh, there's pillows. No, this is better."

She laughs. "I'll have to make sure I'm only assigned to spying in cities then," she teases. 

"Maybe next time you could try harder to squeeze us into a real bed."

"I want you all to myself tonight."

"At your service."

Kiss!!!

Kiss.

Mmm, she has ideas for what Bérengère should do for her tonight (once they've sufficiently locked and trapped the safehouse, of course).