Not quite the step-up from his recent digs, but it is enough of an improvement that Gustaf feels much more in place now that he has chosen the Sandman Hotel. The man's clothes remember the same as ever, though they are somewhat more presentable now that they have been laundered a few times. It is a beautiful early evening, and the sun's illumination has been replaced by the neon lighting of this sector of New Alderaan, the man can now be found wandering, enjoying his newly-regained freedom now that he has been let out of the New Republic's hands. All in all, a rather tolerable jail compared to the ones he has frequented recently.