The room was fairly better than one would expect from the term "living quarters" seeming more like an average apartment with a kitchen, living room, and even a bedroom with a closet. There was clothing already available seeming to suggest they measured him before they even got to the base. It seemed pleasant until it came to looking outside the window. Signs, several of them held by people protesting in front of the fence between them and the people on security. "My son is not your science project" was scrawled on one as she held and empty basket made up for an infant that was not there. The terrible reality was that she was not the only one. There were at least five others with similar signs and similar baskets in the group screaming though not being heard through the thick window. Several others were rallied behind these women with signs of their own, seeming in a attempt to support them in their cause.