"Hm." Was Alice's only response to his confirmation of the obvious. Nan Sharpe had instilled in her the good sense to be wary of men as a rule, but Doctor Bumby had driven the point home that she should be very wary of cultured, classically handsome older men who's every gesture seemed condescending.

She watched him and his shadow owlishly before clambering back up onto the crates.

"I know it's locked up tight now," she said. "You can't get much closer than this without the Sentry chasing you off."

She cast him a sidelong glance. "I'm sure you're already caught up on the rest or you wouldn't be standing there."