You said it was a few hours.

[It's not said maliciously, but there is a bit of a dead-eyed stare behind the statement. From this, she can say he's not a great liar, nor is he good at corroborating his own lies.]

I can't believe you're making me put on pants for this shit.

[It's suffering being comfortable and having to find the will to put on pants. What the hell. For a few moments she disappears, only to come back with a pair of half-shredded jeans she's bouncing into.]

I hate to say it, but we might need to split them up. At least, for a little while. The kids are going to be the hardest to keep them quiet during inspections. [And depending on who they get? It might be thorough, it might be someone who just doesn't give a shit. Those she knows at the docks could be useful, but is she willing to risk their "just keep going, I won't ask" policy with her?]

I have a place out by the seedier parts of town. Probably better for them to go somewhere that looks like a person could live there instead of a torture chamber.

[A beat.]

You know what'll happen to you if you get caught, right?