"Don't worry about it." Maybe the dirt and the stink will deter more people that way. If it got unbearable he could just come back here and ask to use it or something.

"I'm not picky," he said as he pulled out the phone from his pocket. He had almost forgotten about it, but it was plugged in and charging up now. "As long as it's not boiled leather boot, I won't complain."

Huh. He didn't remember actually telling that whole story to his counterpart in Riverview. Maybe he should. Whether he laughed or gave him one of his incredulous looks, it was bound to be entertaining somehow.