[ A girl a bit younger than him trots past at a leisurely pace, with a gym towel over her shoulders and damp hair. She catches his lisped demand, and leans against the hallway wall, a look of some amusement. ]

Sick dig, but you're not going anywhere until you head up to the muster. It's magic bullshit, ehn? Nobody's found a way out of it. You can stay here as long as you want, but I'm not kicking your corpse down to the morgue when you starve to death.