Steel opened his eyes and looked out of his glass cubicle at the surrounding command centre.
Steel paced back and forth in his cramped glass cubicle, trying to wake himself up.
It was noon - and the glass cubicle was no longer empty.
So she built a second building, basically a glass cubicle that looks like a bus stop wind shelter.
He raised his arm to point to the glass cubicle that dominated half the room and then collapsed into a chair with a windy sigh.
He shrugged and followed his Lordship into the glass cubicle.
He walked quickly into the glass cubicle of the guard house and looked at the annunciator.
A glass cubicle, where it appeared a clerical person had once sat, was empty.
The sunlight passed through the glass cubicle, rendering it almost invisible.
He was no longer in the glass cubicle.
