[The cloak doesn’t seem inclined to go anywhere just yet, hung neatly around her shoulders. And Stephen doesn’t so much at even scoff at the remark about his clothes — it’s fine, the sentiment isn’t lost on him.]

Better dressed than anyone here. [Not scoffing, but at least a wayward attempt at humor.] And ‘fun’ is obviously misleading. I’ve sensed plenty that rubs me the wrong way — and what just happened to you? That’s the nail in the coffin: this place is malicious, at least subtly, beneath the surface.

[All that said still standing there stiff as a board, but he hasn’t detached himself at least.]

Will you be all right?