The man continues to shake the machine, though his actions seem more desperate than angry. His voice seems almost choked as he replies to Althea, still engrossed in his activity. "Confound this accursed golem! I am so hungry! Why will it not feed me? I'm so hungry..." he says, almost sobbing, leaning on the machine in despair.<br/><br/>Elsewhere, the nervous Drow woman paces frantically in front of the washers, checking her watch every minute or so, cursing to herself in an odd language. After a few minutes of this, she notices the half-orc watching her. With some reluctance, she approaches. "Look, I hate to bother you, you look really busy, and I'm sure you've got your own laundry to do, but could you just watch my clothes over there and make sure nobody takes them out and steals them or something? I just need to go outside and make a few calls or else I'm going to be in so much trouble on monday but you don't need to know that right so I shouldn't have told you that I'm so sorry so can I count on you or not? she says, speaking at a rapid-fire pace.