Thorn (thinking): Okay, I’m getting the hang of “walking” with these things . . . But they’re so tender! And when I step on something poky, the pain seems to come from random places — my brain must not know how to process all the new sensation. Can’t wait for the water.
Leif: Stay here while I make sure it’s clear.
Thorn: Stay? You say you can take me in.
Leif: I said I would sneak you in.
Leif: The same thing, but secret?
Thorn: Ah! You do not have the authority to let me in?
This is not legal! If I am caught, they will think I am a spy, they will arrest me!
Leif: You won’t get caught! That’s why we’re sneaking!