You didn't exactly sleep in the vent over one of the hallways, but you passed out. Your body rested, even though that song continued. On and on. And on.
You start a conversation you can't even finish it.
You're talkin' a lot, but you're not sayin' anything.
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why say it again?
The lyrics shift and warble a bit, then dim as you hear conversation. Two voices, one male, one female. Through a louvered slat in the vent, one meant to pour cool air into the rooms below, you can just hear them. They're a couple of Dillards raiders. They're normally out and about outside during the day when The Breeze is down.
The male is talking first, "Clearance has the Sea-Fore set up. We can move on the Court once the VKs are rattled." You recognize him, it's Abercrombie, a weasley back-stabbing bastich.
The female, dyed-white haired Dippin Dots replies, "Don't go till I say go. Then hit hard, and make sure Biggie goes down, so take out Velcro first. You need to cap some bystanders, then it's their own fault for standin by, get me?"
"Yeah," Abercrombie answers with a chuckle, "Always a turn of phrase for you, Dot."
"Words are only good for using well, you know?"