"Sharkbait is a different case."

“They sort of had to take me in. I got dumped in the middle of the ocean.”

"If Circe was feeling more irritable she could've just left you."

"She could've, and I'm thankful that she didn't."

"No-one has any faith in me," Circe says, although she doesn't sound all that concerned. "And that probably isn't wrong."

"Give it time, let me get to know you better. Then perhaps I'll have some faith to lose," Anders laughs.

"Probably better if you don't build any faith. Just assume I'm gonna be the worst. Save us all a lot of time."

"Oh, I don't know. Usually it's the good people who say that."

Circe laughs, and starts to walk out of the pool. "You're the first person to ever accuse me of being good."

"Accuse you of being good? Well, that is telling," Anders jokes back. He goes to follow her out.

Rex bounds around him, barking happily.

Anders laughs. "Hey, Rex." He scritches the dog's ears, before gathering his clothing.

Rex sticks close, and seems fairly intent on hindering rather than helping.

"You realise he's going to be pestering you for scratches for the forseeable future now."

"I'm not usually a dog person, but I'll make an exception for him."

Woof! Tail wagging.

"I'm gonna go make sure Deke isn't giving away any trade secrets."

"I'll be here. With the dog!"

Circe and Mako leave.

Mischa does not, but he doesn't immediately say anything.

Anders isn't sure he wants to say anything. Mischa hadn't exactly been thrilled by his presence on the Shard and he didn't want to make any enemies.

"You want a towel?"

"That would be appreciated, thanks."

"C'mon then," Mischa jerks his head, and starts leading the way up towards the building.

Anders follows, still feeling a bit uneasy.