A random encounter with a sunny little Fräulein was enough to make even the institute's dark and dreary atmosphere seem just a tad brighter. How nice it would be if they could just stand around and play at simple small talk like they hadn't a care in the world. But unfortunately, such a wish could never be. Her inquiry sharply reminded him of that fact... and of the frustrations he had tried to push away. His smile remained in place, but its brightness faded slightly.

"Hmm. I was wondering just that myself, actually. I can assure you that the men's bathroom is no better." He turned away from her for a moment and glanced down the hall, back in the direction of the Medical Wing. "...I'm not sure if anywhere has clean water for certain, unfortunately. But I'd advise against trying the kitchen. In order to get there, you would have to go through the Sun Room. More often than not, it's best to avoid going through there without good reason."

He tilted his head slightly at her, curious. "You went to the labs earlier? Are you certain there were sinks in there?"

It might have seemed like a stupid question, but this place was farce. It wouldn't shock him one way or the other. Half the time, he expected to find some kind of master control room that would make even NASA jealous, where people monitored the patients and documented their every movement. Very little would be surprising anymore.