"The room is a shared space, which means that one person does not get to dictate the actions taken in this space. If I want to listen to music I will, and if you want me to turn if off, do not do it yourself. Ask next time, manners cost nothing, Agent.” Turning the music back on once more Oak returned to his seat, laying down on the sofa. “My service doesn’t give me any privilege, but neither does yours. You’ve been here a wet week in comparison to some of us, yet you’ve made no effort to socialize with anyone, or to form any kind of relationships with any of your fellow agents. Check yourself, Colorado, before you find yourself up the creek without any friends to call for help.”