[ Trevor isn't confined to the Safehouse, exactly, but after he's finished work there's really nowhere else for him to go besides a bar and there's perfectly good liquor here too where he doesn't have to be inundated with the technology of this place. If only he could get drunk under a tree in a park, the good old fashioned way.
He's lying on his back on his bunk, staring straight up, when he hears someone speak. Ah, a game. Without moving, without checking whether or not the stranger is talking to him, he decides to play. ]
Is it the ceiling, by any chance? Lots of grey up there.
safehouse;
He's lying on his back on his bunk, staring straight up, when he hears someone speak. Ah, a game. Without moving, without checking whether or not the stranger is talking to him, he decides to play. ]
Is it the ceiling, by any chance? Lots of grey up there.