[ It's a troubling sentiment because the kitchen probably has very little to offer them, or Charles would have found it already. ] Well, how long do you think this will be? They can't expect us to live off of instant coffee and one pack of cigarettes. [ He follows Charles's eyes and shrugs. ] I'm not well enough to eat.

[ He crosses his legs and, despite himself, looks amused. ] There's only one bed. Or did you want to try anyway?