Chase had to dig for his keys for a while, mostly because his reflexes weren't exactly very happy with how much he'd had to drink, but eventually he found both them and the apartment he'd been keeping while working at the Sydney Shatterdome, which was probably where he'd remain now that he figured he wasn't going to get anything on the market for selling it. Opening the door, he gestured inside.

"Here we are. Don't mind the mess, I haven't been here in weeks," he said, flicking on the lights (which didn't work) and lighting a few candles instead.