One Seventeen paused for a moment, his mouth hanging slightly open. "Uuuuh... I can't think of anything else, sir."
"Then i will now begin. You may feel a bit dizzy." One Seventeen was a bit confused. "Huh? Why would i feel-"
Suddenly everything around One Seventeen began shifting and got blurry. He felt nauseaus, and like he was going to have a headache, when it stopped, just as suddenly as it began.
He opened his eyes again, which had had unconsciously clenched shut, and looked around.
He was no longer in the underground dormitory, but rather a fairly nice room. He could tell that he was most likely in the livingroom of a house, a nice one. It felt vagually familiar, but he couldn't remember having seen it before. Some things felt a little off, like they were supposed to be different, but they also made it feel more homey, as if someone had decorated it in a way One Seventeen would like.
As he looked around, he felt a slight buzz in the back of his head, followed by a ping that came from his wrist, prompting him to look down.
"Mental Adjustment: Corporate Accounting Training (Basic).”
"Oh! Thanks, Mr.Owen!" One Seventeen was amazed how Owen had easily given him a new skill that he had (as far as he knew) never known anything about only moments ago.
"You can simply call me Owen." "Oh, okay, thanks Owen."
One Seventeen smiled as he looked up again, excited to find out more about the changes.