Impassionately following Fossil off the boat and into the hideout, Lewin said nothing. Nothing of his identity, his skills, or the chain of events that brought him to his present location. For now, he was just drinking it all in. The hideout was simple but comfortable, furnished in such a way as to arouse the least possible suspicion upon inspection. Consequently, it all looked well-kept and well-equipped, a typical dewlling for a reasonably well-off person who was fond of guests. He also noted the matronly demeanour of the woman called Ms. Robin, a personality suiting the location well. All in all, Lewin was impressed and relieved. His only concern was the boat. The inquisitor surely had information on it, and it wouldn't do to leave it in the open. For now, they had a few hours' head start, but the boat would have to be hidden - or better still, scuttled - before long. He was all for a cup of cocoa now, however, and so he followed Fossil inside, giving a short, polite nod to Ms Robin on his way in.