[ it reminds him, vaguely, of home. -- or, well, certain parts of home. his main station is just as looming and magnificent, in part, and the abundance of technology certainly feels familiar. but it is massive, and there is plenty to look at while he waits -- demonstrated by how lotor isn't looking at allura, when she finds him first, his arms crossed loosely over his chest to peer around the high ceilings, taking note of the robotic guards . . .

but he hears allura's voice, and he turns, greeting her with a smile. he, too, is still in his armor, reluctant to let his guard down. he unfolds his arms, inclining his head slightly in greeting. ]

It is large, but it is certainly nothing as splendid or grand as your Castle, I'm afraid.

[ lotor is half convinced the prison cell on the castle had been bigger than his room here, but he keeps that opinion (perhaps wisely) to himself.

he then offers a hand, for her to take, if she so chooses. ]

Where do you want to explore first?