— I know everything that happens in my hotels.
— So I should put those towels back
Single-serving sugar and cream. Single pat of butter. The microwave cordon bleu hobby Kit. Shampoo-conditioner combos. Sample-package mouthwash. Tiny bars of soap. The people I meet on each flight... They're single-serving friends. Between takeoff and landing, we have our time together. That's all we get.
— What can I do for you, ma'am?
— I would like some water, if it's no trouble.
— Water? That word is poison around these parts ever since the days of the great flood.
— You mean you never wash?
— We sure do!
— I'd like to use the same facilities you people do.
— You sure can. Just happen to have a full tub at the back. You're lucky. Only three people have used it this morning.
— Used it one at a time or all together?
— I'm getting back in this car.
— Michael, you're number two on Luca Changretta's hit list.
— Yeah, and I'll stay in a hotel.
— You stay in a hotel, I'll know where you are, so will the people who take you there, so will the people who work in the hotel, and hotels don't move around. They don't even know where they'll be tomorrow. They follow the Patrin and the crows.