William's anxiety peaked, and he began feeling like he needed to just [i]do[/i] something. Not exercise-wise, but he was trapped here, there weren't really much answers and he was too nervous to ask them, being out of his comfort zone, so he searched his cell instead. His eyes landed on a book that had lain beside him, unnoticed until now. Stepping forward, he knelt down to pick it up. Flipping it over from its face-down position, he read the cover: [i]The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.[/i] The phrase [i]"Don't Panic[/i] was scrawled appropriately helpfully across its spine in black Sharpie, over the spine's title. 

He took an oddly large swell of comfort and familiarity from its worn pages, from the way its corners had been folded in from landing on them, or the raggedness of its edges from use. [i]Ah, a book that is loved- that is used. Treated as if it were loved and treasured- but not fawned over and protected as if it were someone's pride. This is mine, I think.[/i]

So he pocketed the book, angling himself slightly so that the others may not notice, though the pocket's bulge may give it away, and felt inside the pocket upon feeling something else. He pulled out a small, silvery cannister, and immediately thought- [i]Pepper spray.[/i] Then the slight memory came back, just enough of an impression so that he can remember what it was. Seasoning, it was, and he could tell from the scratched edges and slight dents in it that it'd been his for a while- unless it had been planted there.

He turned back to everyone else, rising, and clapped his hands together. Suddenly invigorated, he spoke. "So! We've got the... English Lady, I would say, named Evelyn De Winters, we've got the gentlemanly Korean [i]smirker[/i]," adding some humor to the word, "Whose name is Tay... yang. Or something like that- I'll just call you Tae, for the sake of deviation. And the lovely..." He paused, clearly searching for a word that wouldn't offend [in his opinion] that would still match his descriptiveness. "Cocoa-skinned Anjah, whose origins I don't rightly know, probably American- Anyone can be American these days. I think. No offense, that is."

He beamed, if a little forced because of the situation, and gestured vaguely at Evelyn. "Please, a tour would be... welcome. Most certainly so, if the birds have no argument." He paused again, and continued. "And I hear none- regardless if they aren't here or not."