[Clarke doesn’t follow his instructions—shocker—but the need for water remains, and after a moment Pal rises again and goes searching. In one dark corner there’s an industrial sort of sink, and when he turns the tap, water spits out. Now he needs a receptacle; he finds a steel bowl that probably isn’t entirely clean, but will serve the appropriate purpose, and fills it up.
By now, Clarke has found Anya and is rattling at the lock, and Pal is hurrying back. The woman in the cage looks at him with her sunken, suspicious eyes, but she isn’t so proud that she turns away when he tries to tip the water into her mouth through the bars.]
Hitting it isn’t going to help, you know. [This is directed at Clarke’s thus-far unsuccessful effort to break the lock by force.] Let me see.
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By now, Clarke has found Anya and is rattling at the lock, and Pal is hurrying back. The woman in the cage looks at him with her sunken, suspicious eyes, but she isn’t so proud that she turns away when he tries to tip the water into her mouth through the bars.]
Hitting it isn’t going to help, you know. [This is directed at Clarke’s thus-far unsuccessful effort to break the lock by force.] Let me see.