Danny stood outside the door of the toilet, leaning against the wall. He heard a flush. He heard the sound of the tap running.
Well, at least he knew he washed his hands.
The door swung open, and out stepped Dirk.
"Hey."
"Danny. It's all yours," Came the reply. Dirk kept walking, until Danny placed a hand on his chest.
"Somethin' I can help you with there?" Dirk said.
"We have to talk."
"...right..."
"Who are you?"
"Dirk. We've met already. What, you get knocked on the head too?" Dirk said, gesturing towards the bandages wrapped around Danny's midsection.
"That's not what I meant," Danny replied. "Where are you from?"
"Well, my Mummy and my Daddy did a special dance one night-"
"Seriously. We don't have the first clue as to where you're from or what you're doing here, Dirk."
"...right..."
"I'm not saying it has to be right now. I understand if it's... complicated. Hell, I know all about messed up origins. I'm from the fucking future. But sooner or later... you're going to have to spill your guts."
"I know-"
"I really can't be bothered playing interrogator right now. So I'll drop it here. Just remember- the key word around this place is trust. This mysterious origin crap is going to get old pretty soon."
"...yeah."
"It's not that I don't like you. It's just that... in this line of business... we have to know the people we're trusting with our lives. Now, I have to take a piss on one of these ancient fucking toilets. I tell you, you take an automatic flush feature completely for granted until you don't have it anymore..." Danny said, and disappeared into the toilet.
