"Don't need t'be big and fancy, so long as y'can keep me warm at night."

She doesn't need much. She never has.

The small smile slips from her features when they reach the doorway, replaced by an almost grim determination as she steps inside. They made some preparations last night, soon as they knew they would be needing to make a quick exit come early next morning, so there's not a great many things to be done.

But the quicker they go, the better.

(She hopes Bill and Kate and Boo are safe.)



"Which one's the door Miss Bar promised, d'ya think?"