[ He gives a noncommittal sort of sound in return, not quite shrugging. Zhou Zishu hadn't planned to do much with his retirement, so finding a new line of work had never occurred to him. Now? Well, they'll have to see.
His eyes flick over the Doctor, giving him a measuring sort of look, before focusing back on the task at hand. Practical curiosity? There are worse things, he supposes. ]
Water and a fire will do for now. Drying them out would take too long.
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His eyes flick over the Doctor, giving him a measuring sort of look, before focusing back on the task at hand. Practical curiosity? There are worse things, he supposes. ]
Water and a fire will do for now. Drying them out would take too long.