“Ugh…yeah.” Aiden said, holding his notebook out to the young man. “Do you have somewhere you can dry this out? I know I should get one of those recorders, or start doing everything by phone or something but I learned short hand for a reason. And it would cost more if I’d just drenched a recorder.” He took the towels gratefully, hurriedly trying to dry himself. “It’s just typical, isn’t it? You tell me not to do something and then I do.” He laughed, although it was mostly humourless – more at the irony of the situation rather than out of any true mirth.