Don't flatter yourself, I was rather bored. [ That's perhaps the most openly catty remark Oxford will make in this conversation; every so often he likes to slip away from the subtlety. ]

Helpful? I would love to be helpful, but in case it escaped your notice, none of us, as such, have any particular idea as to what is going on. We are on a spaceship of some sort, the unfortunate tattoos on our arms are some kind of key system, if the lockers are anything to go by - and I don't know about you, but I would imagine some of us aren't too keen to immediately go rushing around looking for the answers to all our questions, as it's entirely unclear what we might find if we do. [ Stop, for effect. ] I suspect in time, we will all become a little bolder and certain questions will be answered.

[ Rather sweetly and smoothly: ] There, I did my very best at being helpful.