"Yeah, Molly warned me about the workshed. And that if I'm going out there with Arthur, I'd better make sure I've got a snack."
He looked at the book, then shrugged, tucking it alongside him in the chair. "Not really. I mean, it feels weird, because a few days ago I was stuck in the woods with Fabian, tracking these guys, and now I'm here, and..." ...he's not... "And the guys are long dead, and anyone I knew at the Ministry's likely retired. I'm sure my file's somewhere in the basement, but would MLE still be able to use me? I'm sure I'm nowhere near as trained as the guys they've got now..." He shrugged again. "Figure I'll give myself the weekend to think about it."