"You don't have to pay anything. I have the room and I almost never use it. I spend more time on the front lines than in my own bed anyways," the Guardian gently reassured Aoba, shaking his head slowly. Reaching up and tugging the shoulder of his combat gear, the big man tried to get more comfortable where he stood, feeling unsure despite his conviction about the invitation. He just didn't invite people to have anything to do with him past work.

"Food is mostly prefabricated and cost-free, and my room is free, too. I'm a Guardian, and they're given living quarters at no charge. Most people in the city don't pay for their housing. Culturally we're past that. Free energy, things like that," he mused, wondering how much or how little Aoba knew of anything. Did he have some kind of amnesia, or...

"I mean it. I'm not using anything anyways. At least that way you'll be able to meet with The Speaker or any of the Vanguard. Someone might be able to help you better than I can. Besides, it's a safe and peaceful place...I think it's nice," he added the last a little childishly, instantly regretting it despite feeling it was worth saying.