"Great. I don't care for dining alone, but prefer to escape the watcher all the same. I'll love the comapnionship."
Molly folded the easel and set it aside. She'd been told a crew member would retrieve it to the Art Room.
"My bag fit's all, including kitchen sink." She reached inside to withdraw a keychain with two fobs, one was, indeed, a kitchen sink. The other was an old blue police box. The keys jangled merrily. "Infinate capacity. Almost. Wasn't too good at holding closest friend's ferrett. Escape was imminant."
She gestured to the door and started to lead the way.