"You've got a room in a secret space beneath your office," Scotty said, shaking his head a bit. It sort of made sense, though. People would be bound to notice someone living in the same place for years and years and not getting any older, so a secret room in a secret workplace for a secret organization was probably the best way to go. He started down the ladder, climbing with an ease that came from years of poking around in Jefferies tubes, and turned to have a look at the room once he was all the way down.