Aha, a new customer: Zareil. And a paying customer as well. *looks at Zareil's generous tip* Finally this place is going somewhere. Dim, sorry I don't know where that woman is, maybe she's still lying exhausted in the closet. I'll fry you some Sando eggs. Thanks, Ush, for covering for finti. He's a bit ill and I was....errr....well.... you know. *gestures in the direction of the secret entrance to the closet*
*picks up RC and Dim by their ears, takes them out back, puts them in the airlock, closes the door and opens the outer door. Waits a bit, closes the outer door, lets the water clear, opens the inner door and pulls a soaked RC and Dim back into the hallway*
There. Cooled off now? Oh, RC, looks like a couple of catfish crawled up your pants.