"Is that all?" he asked, frowning slightly. It had seemed much longer. Still, he did as he was bid, and looked up at Arthur. "There's... uh. Good chance I'm gonna fall asleep if you do that, love," he warned the other man, then smiled faintly up at him before trying to gather his scattered thoughts together while Arthur got to work on his hair.
"Uh. We, uh. Woke up in the cells. Two people in a cell, designed - oh, god, that feels lovely... - uhm. A cell, designed for one person. There was a sink with running cold water, and a lump of bread." His eyes closed as he continued to explain, and his voice got quieter and quieter before trailing off completely as he tried to describe the layout of the cells and what he could see of the jail.