"I don't really get dirty," Annie admitted, looking down at her clothing. "It's one of my super powers," she added. It's the fact that she's made of clay. Little things like that just become part of her body, or some such... Which is good, because Annie can't really take baths. Water is something of a weakness for her.

She gestured for him to come along further, the homes not too far away. "Do you have a room number?" Everyone was put in one building, or another.