The dorm room was reminiscent of the barracks from that one movie with the yelling drill sergeant that I couldn't remember the name of even before I… made the transition. Two rows of bunk beds on opposite walls, ten each. What was different, and what was surprising, was the paper wall separating the two halves, with sliding doors at regular intervals.

"Alright, the boys go on this half, and the girls go on this half. If you have concerns about privacy, consider it counterespionage training. If you have interest in violating privacy, consider it espionage training. Are there any questions?"