Cell phones. Alby still felt like those had come out of nowhere sometimes. One minute the rotary dial felt like a miracle of communication, the next they were all so attached to communication they took it with them everywhere they went. Everyone who saw something could share it almost too easily without even saying a word.
The lounge itself was welcoming. Nicer, actually, than any of the similar spaces Alby had known prior. The planetarium afforded both a lot of space and likely a lot of revenue, though... where the money up front might have come from was an incredibly small, curious question. He didn't ask it, but he would be curious to see what sorts of vampires Beauregard allied himself with, and what parts they played here.
Sitting down, this was certainly more comfortable, more welcoming. If upstairs had been an interview on folded chairs, this was the welcome home.
"Inevitably," Alby agreed with a light but long-suffering sigh. No one got through existence unscathed. Even Imran already knew that. "Do you find anyone frequents coming here for the sake of company?" It varied, in his experience. From individual to individual but also from clutch to clutch. Some were simply more social than others! He, personally, could go either way, but at the moment he felt very pulled to start making faces familiar.