Dancing. Marcus Flint was talking about dancing. This was just getting weirder and weirder. "I was never much of a dancer," she said, concentrating on the wool and feeding it into the wheel. A little bit at a time.
"You know bunk beds," she said, too concentrated on what she was doing to realise that actually, she was letting on a little more than she wanted regarding her lifestyle. No money. No way Flint knew anything about that. "One bed on top of another. Gives you quite a good drop."