England very nearly ran his finger through with his needle (again) when someone spoke from a lot closer behind him than he really expected them to be. One would think, being as paranoid as he'd gotten, he'd be more aware of when someone -- or something -- was approaching.

He twisted in his chair to get a better look at whomever had managed to sneak up on him. England felt a little sorry for her. He wasn't really the warmest of welcoming committees. But if she was in need of aid, he'd do his best to give it.

"I'm afraid you've found yourself in a place we only know as 'the tower'," he answered, an edge of bitterness hiding underneath his sympathy. "And unless you've led an extraordinarily miserable life, you're probably not going to find it very pleasant here."