It seemed like everyone else was out for the moment - Zechs made a mental note to check on their whereabouts later. Each of them could very well take care of themselves - but this simulation might yet imperil them.

“We own a mop,” Zechs told him wryly. “I’d offer you a change of clothes, but I don’t have a lot to spare at the moment. I’m working on earning everything we’d like, but it’s a work in progress.”