She'd never encountered clutter like this before, and was rattled to notice his method of bottle disposal. For some reason, the disarray didn't impress Caspa, although she was comfortable enough and there was plenty to look at, it seemed to her the mountains of litter might just keep growing and engulf the whole place if Mysterious wasn't careful. Her own room was entirely empty, four white walls and boarded floor, a black bag hanging on a hook the only sign of residency. His mind seemed just as disorganised as his quarters, his answer betraying that he did not know whether he was staying or going. He continued to ask her to tell him something, and she frowned at the change of focus onto herself. He'd given away very little, so she did the same, watching him now out of one dark beady eye. "I have no story to tell. Just a pilgrim who has found a sanctuary." She flicked back her plaits to glance ceiling-wards for a brief moment, before returning her steady gaze to the boozing little dog.
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