". . . Huh. I don't remember how much there is off the top of my head, but there's definitely not that much separation between male and female speaking pitch here. As you've already noticed.
. . . No, yeah, I live alone. Sorry that you've lived your whole life in the Past where housing was so expensive that people had to live together. Uh, you wouldn't have any idea of the purchasing power of gold here, but the pay algorithm in your contract should, within realistic parameters, pay out enough for you to rent your own place in like six days. Which will be convenient, since I take it you don't want to be switching residence to whichever Refutation member has a day off and can work with you, even in the meantime?" He's genuinely unsure.
The elevator doors open. This hallway is narrower and shorter than the meeting-room one, but similarly bare and giant-windowed. He heads for his door, which is in sight.