"No, that's not- wait, is that- oh. Yeah. Base eight. You were..." Trevor doesn't say "right" out loud.

Max, meanwhile, has discovered that applicants must be at least 18 years of age, and that there is an application process of unspecified duration. He frowns. It's still worth doing, but it won't solve the immediate problem of not having a place to put her tonight.

...he's not going to have to let an insomniac little girl have the run of his apartment at night, is he?