Jenny frowned further, mouthing a quick apology to the freshman before returning her attention to Sim, trying to steer him clear of anything else he could damage. It wasn't going to be easy. "Charlie Oliver? He's in Rienzi," she explained, peering into a partially open door as they passed it. Another bedroom. No need to give him any ideas.

"Down to business?! No, nothing like that! I'm not a freshman, but you're still not doing it with me. Like, at all."

Didn't he have any friends here with him or something? Why wasn't someone else around to take care of him? Not for the first time, she cursed herself for doing the right thing. "We're not doing any business. We're just going to sit down."