Tsk, I thought you were a gentleman. Letting your limbs go wild in the dark is never the right thing to do, Hershel. At least, not without confirmation it's okay.

[nope, no situation is too dire for potentially scandalising poor Brits. she grabs the mop--never hurts to be armed against...arms ugh whatever--and follows after these roaming hands, it is time to grope towards the truth]