"Fair enough." More than, really. Sometimes you sit down and want to eat a steak and not even the best alternative is going to cut it.

Charlie taps his fingers absently on the shelf above. The books there are unfamiliar, titles and authors he doesn't recognize and doesn't think he should. He's not sure if that's intimidating or encouraging. It's even more books he couldn't possibly have the time to read in his lifetime (not that he'll get the chance if he's lucky; he'd rather not stay here that long thanks).

"I’ve got to say, there's a whole load of oddities running about the place, but I honestly didn’t expect to find someone with an appreciation for Kafka of all things. Nice to know that not the whole bloody place is losing its grip.”