Forgrave made his way to his new quarters; occasionally glancing at the PaDD in his hand. The path was straightforwards enough, but it was in his nature to be sure. Not to mention, getting lost on the way to his quarters was a less than flattering story; new to the Manhattan or otherwise.

A large box, compete with an environmental unit and cautions in multiple languages greeted Forgrave as he stepped into his new quarters. He eyed it warily; not having been able to come up with any real guesses about what Bethany could have sent him. Assumin’ it was sent by her at all.... Sure, it was unlikely that the documentation had been forged, but ‘unlikely’ ain’t the same as ‘impossible’. And rarely was caution punished.

“Well, ain’t no time like the present, I reckon…” And with that, he keyed open the crate, standing clear as it opened.

-Forgrave, CoS