Snippet #1332471

A minute later when Spencer was dressed and dignity was long consigned to the past, he stepped forward to pick up what everyone was talking about.

"I dunno about leavin' before we've found out what the arrangement is." he said, "'as anybody got anything better on the outside? If we 'ad then we'd not 'ave gotten on the train in the first place, would we? As for the bath set-up, I think we're just gonna 'aff to arrange times from now on, or just refuse to wash until we smell so bad that Mr Brittle has to propose something different."

In his mind the point of no return had been and gone, but there was something distinctly uncomfortable about the situation as is stood now. The indignity of having to get undressed together had made everyone pensive...everyone, it seemed, apart from Misa, who was saying worrying things about killing people. He couldn't decide whether he was fond of the fox-girl in a zany, kitch sort of way, or whether he was actually a little bit uneasy about her.