Cut exited the bathrooms at Capitol Park still drying his hands. Cleanliness was next to godliness.
Germs, yo.
He wiped ineffectively at his pack, smearing about and grinding in the water that had spilled on it from the sink. Which was silly, since it had never minded the rain.
"So, ummmm, you're not sticking around long?" he asked when Mandy appeared.
"Is that like a whole avoiding roots thing or you're on some sort of schedule?"
Did archaeology have seasons?
Or, wait. Was he supposed to say something else? About...? Nah.