Clever, clever. [Since it's free, William grabs some that seem to have a high number-- and feel precious fine to him-- and slings them over his shoulder. They're fairly plain, off-white and perhaps a little too big for his bed, but William will never complain of having too much of anything.]

This'll do me fine, Kennedy. You know, I've heard this place is awful-- don't like this Third Party business one bit. But... [William strokes the fabric at his shoulder. He's never owned anything this nice in his life.] I can't complain about the goods.