"Communal living really doesn't suit you," she admits with a soft amused huff, shaking her head. Nor did it her, either. She'd have found the first opportunity to leave the outpost, too, if that's how she'd come to be in Cadens. "The rooms are about on par with the basic ones at The Slat." Which is to say, nothing like his office upstairs, but fine enough. A bed and a desk, walls and a door, some sem balance of privacy. Until he found a shadow in his window, which... he probably would, sooner than later, honestly.

Inej rolls one shoulder lightly, "There's all sorts of opportunities, Kaz... I'm sure you'll find something that suits you," in whatever way he decides that might mean, in this place. No gangs to lead, at least not in the way they were in The Barrel. Cadens is military and academic focused, but there were plenty of skills under the hat on his head, he'd just have to find a way to apply them here.

"Starting over is... a kind of freedom in its own way," she admits, tilting her head to look over at him. "You can be anything here, Kaz. Anyone..." She's not sure he knows how to be anyone else than who The Barrel had made him, but... the idea of it might not occur to him otherwise.

Her voice drops quieter and she keeps her free hand curled against the bartop so she doesn't fall as she leans toward him, whispering in his ear, "You don't have to be Dirtyhands here," She rolls her lips together and watches him take that in, unsure if it's a touch too far from the familiar so soon.