Operators occasionally see Lunacub's tent out on the Rhodes Island deck. It's not in line with code, of course. Lunacub has her own dormitory (even if she's not often indoors), and camping on the deck violates Rhodes Island safety and firefighting regulations, but still she assiduously avoids patrols, setting up her tent on the deck again and again, always somewhere where she can get a clear view of the sky. The tent was built by Lunacub herself, although 'built' might not be the best word: it moreso resembles fabric pieced together into one, then propped up as best she can so the wasteland gales don't blow it down so easily. What's noteworthy is where the fabric originates— Following Lunacub's eleventh time this quarter attempting to sneak into the warehouse and tripping the security system, Rhodes Island HR had a thorough conversation with her, and found in her possession several unregistered Rhodes Island uniforms (parts of which were shorn off and sewn into her tent). Lunacub's manners were impeccable during the conversation, expressing that she was 'just passing by,' and that 'on the outside, you can take stuff if nobody's watching it.' HR rectified the lapse in Lunacub's understanding, reiterated Rhodes Island discipline, as well as inquired as to where certain other parts of the tent fabric had come from. 'The grey cloth? I found it in the forest. It was hanging on a tree. I pulled it down.' 'This one's really warm, so it's really useful when it snows. I found it too, buried in a hole. Agnese told me about it.' 'This one's amazing, it stops water! Someone gave it to me. I know what that look is—really, he did! I gave him directions, and he said it was payment!' 'No, this isn't... um, these clothes are okay because they went through proceedings? You said something about application proceedings—how do you do that?' 'This pelt is my friend's. I miss her a lot.' Lunacub declined HR's proposal to provide her with a standard-issue Rhodes Island tent.