[ Well he's not going to ask again. He accepts the cigarette, leans to allow the light then leans back, glancing out across the empty room. ] I didn't get anything useful.

[ By which he means a flask or bottle or anything containing alcohol. Francis asking means they're in the same boat, he sighs out a cloud of smoke. ] We should look around. Check the perimeters, I suppose. Look for anything useful. [ By which he means flask or a bottle or… but he looks back, eyebrows knitting in concern. ] Do you need anything? [ Besides the obvious. ]

I don't suppose we'll be able to share a room, either. [ Not that he means anything by that. But being alone here at night is a hideous idea. ]