Square away the housing situation with Symmetra

{if TmpFlag1 > 0}You leave the infirmary. {endif}Where the hell that Indian chick got off to beats the fuck out of you, so you start wandering. Thankfully you don't have to go far; she's in the kitchen cleaning up breakfast dishes. Gently tapping your knuckles against a cabinet door, she turns to face you.

"Hi... Jack-- err-- Commander Morrison sent me." You say. "To get a room." On the inside, you're slapping the shit out of yourself for being so damn awkward.

She chuckles. "Right," she says in her thick Indian accent. "We should have a few empty ones; I'll show you to one now."