"Hm. Never been there." It meant nothing to him, but Badd was no master of geography. For all he knew it existed somewhere in Africa and was populated by more than crazy people who really liked to clean floors. He took Guy's advice and perched himself on the seat opposite Guy, cleaning the table as an excuse to get off the floor. It wasn't even that dirty in here, he had a feeling cleanliness would be decided by the general's mood rather than any objective standard.

As Badd scrubbed he looked around the cafeteria at the huddled masses of cleaners and the ne'er-do-wells standing at attention with empty hands. No Kay, they hadn't knocked her out and taken her back in again. Badd felt a small weight rise off his chest at missing her face in the crowd.