On being proffered the leader of the bandits, Marek gulps down the marten and takes his new charge by the hand. "Sure thing," the scaled man drawls. "C'mon in, you, the boss'll probably want you-" And with that, passing through the explosives dispute as something to be decided by his betters, he frog-marches the coon inside. Yasha's already on the prowl for a bath, but there's none that doesn't reside behind a locked door- the proud squirrel's already stripped naked and started using a washbasin full of lukewarm water in her quarters to wash the marten's juices out when Marek barges in without so much as knocking. Used to her longtime subordinate's lack of tact, she just grumbles, "You coulda said you were coming in, you big galoot-" Half turning, she sees a mostly still bulge in his midsection. "That's a bit big for one- you catch another?"<br/><br/>Marek shrugs innocently. "Yeah. They gave me another surrendered one. He didn't struggle long," the lizardman says with pride, thumping his taut belly. Yasha sighed- she'd rather wanted a meal, but she knew better than to deny her henchman a meal. "Alright, alright, what do you want me to do, praise you to the gods for managing to eat two bandits? Make yourself useful and go find some HOT water," Yasha grouses, hoping she can finish bathing and at least get back into some clean clothes before the train begins to move again.