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The cramped apartment is dark and quiet, as it should be. There's not one thing out of place; not one of the (admittedly, few) holos or furnishings are a millimeter away from where Winter left them. Bright specks of speeder traffic flash past far below the windows, an old-fashioned chrono ticks in the tiny living space. But--

Is it a little cooler in here than it was earlier? And is that the tiniest hint of a spicy smell?