One minute, the guy was gaping at him like he was some kind of freak, and the next minute, he was dropped like a rock, and Adam was actually looking at a relatively pretty girl who seemed comfortable in just her underwear. He wasn't going to ask questions. Cabeswater had done its part - thankfully; he wasn't sure what he would have done if it had reacted the same way it had in the bathroom - and he was moving on.

"Sure," he replied, though it was generally a throwaway comment because he was already moving, stepping around the guy and the knife, swallowing thickly to calm himself back down and soothe slightly frazzled nerves. Where the hell was he? This wasn't Aglionby.