" Yes. In the communal kitchen." Ainsley replied.
He made no effort to stick the umbrella back into the rack, letting it drain itself down the hallway back to his room.
When he returned he was mostly dry, save for his braids which were going to take awhile to be fully so. He was wearing
yet another cartoon t-shirt, though something a bit more on target for a brit.
He was leaning against the counter as he waited for the kettle.