It's the hospital of the doomed, there's rooms everywhere, we just gotta find one unoccupied with shit to--

[This is stupid. They should be dead, these robohobos are old if tenacious making them only truly a worry with numbers, and this place doesn't make sense. It's starting to feel less urgent if only because it's starting to feel unreal.

Where the fuck are they, really?]

...An office or something, big filing cabinets and desk.