The hallway is well lit and clean. The floor is made of a stone Three can't recall, cut into squares which are six by six. The bench she sits on is made of a metal frame with two rectangular cushions to sit on; they are uncomfortable.
Yesterday, One told her and her sisters, or rather fellow clones, that master truly did not care for them at all. He had dismissed One's concerns quickly, pushing her away and telling her that her problems could be solved just by changing her name. For that reason, all five of them were now here to choose a new name for themselves. Three obeyed master, but she didn't see the point of chosing a new name. A change of title can't change what she was.