( They're at the lobby doors before long. Winry heads right toward the apartment wing, filing away his assigned apartment number in her head. He was roughly half-way up the building, and on the floors not damaged so much during the bombings.

Egads, the bombings. )

I'm in 102. I've only met one of the people I live with. He's from the circus.

( Supposedly. )

Neither's home at the moment, and I don't have anyone coming for an appointment for the next few hours at least. So...

( ... her apartment door is still open from when she ran out. )

Show me the damage.