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"Hm. 'Kay, got it..." Tambrey muttered back, finding the bottle beneath some of the contest magazines that were supposed to be hidden away in a drawer.
Then, a flash.
Okay. She blinked, standing up quickly and looking to the... uh... wall on fire.
"Oh frak!"
Then Star was shooing Wheatley away and beating at the flames.
She bent down, offering to pick the electric type up, though, relying a little on his levitation in case it turned out he was really heavy.
"... How did- Why is there /fire/?" Her question, stunned, was directed to the Magnemite, rather than the spindly, half-dressed man fighting the fire.
She also seemed more stunned than panicked, despite the accidental arson.

Okaaay.
Now she was starting to really see the reasoning behind having the electric type shut in his ball so often... Still, he wasn't /deliberately/ destructive like Neph was...
She looked from Star, to Wheatley- apparently still happy enough to hold him there though- and back again.
"Well... At least it's out now? ... Maybe you should, uh, put the sparky thing away though." She tried to suggest, meaning, of course, the welder rather than the electric type.

There was a slight frown as Wheatley disappeared, but at least the ball was where he was supposed to be going in the first place, though she wished he'd been happier on going in.
She was sure he wouldn't have set fire to stuff on purpose and it had been Star who'd left the welder out, though she had to admit that she'd not put him back as had been requested. Still, while he'd been out with her, the worst thing he'd done was to get his own magnets stuck together, so clearly it really was just a supervision issue.

"Uh. Well, stranger things have happened, but 't depends on what y'r saying whenever 'next time' is..."
She'd gone back to digging through her pile, seeking out her shower things and burrowing anything more private deeper as she came across it.
"I /do/ half see y'r point, but it was only while he was 'unsupervised' that he did that... and he was up here unsupervised for ages before I got back, y'know..."

With a little pile of things retrieved, she stood back up, holding it with one hand on top for stability.
"Well. I'm not sure that he's, uh, actually done too much more damage, in general, than we did wi' the whole battling thing earlier. In any case, 'm going t' have a shower and... we'll work on cleaning this place up tomorrow..." She put a little emphasis on the 'we'.

With a glance at the door and then a glance at Star, Tambrey sighed and glanced around for a bag (she was sure she had a carrier around before today) so that she wouldn't be presented with a problem at doors.
Star probably wasn't the sort to open them for anyone.
"... gonna assume that means 'yes' or 'ok'..." She 'muttered' though deliberately loud enough to be 'overheard'.

"Ooh, good point." Tambrey didn't sound all that put out by the response, almost as though she'd been expecting it. "Of course not... So that means y' can sit and I'll pass y' stuff to put into piles, so we know what's t' go where... You're good at organizing, right?" She'd found the bag and, after excavating it and frowning at a small hole (Didn't she used to have more of these? She could have sworn she always found them when she didn't need them...), stuffed the towels and shower stuff inside.
A moment of thought left her deciding she really didn't want to carry her boots around so off they came, replaced by sandals that she had, initially, started to put in her bag.
Ready, she started for the door.