Trunk's had turned at the hailing, bucket of water nearby with rag in it, and other rag around his neck. He'd just gotten done getting most of the loose dust out of this room, and soon he'd give it a wipe-down, before setting it up. "Not unless you have a vacuum or a fan."

But the company wasn't bad--the physical activity of cleaning and organizing had helped him shed his antsy-ness after the haunted village. Mindless enough to be relaxing, while not overtaxing. "It's a process. Getting the surface layer out, then wiping it down the rest."