When Indy woke up the next morning she wasn't sure where she was for a moment. Then, it all came flooding back. She lay gazing up at the ceiling and stroking Gus, who was dozing with his chin propped on her stomach. It had been okay last night, in the dining hall. The room had contained lots of little tables rather than one big one, so Indy had been able to stay with Lindsey and Simon and eat quietly, watching everyone else and getting the measure of the things. Quite a few people had come up to say hello and she'd been introduced, but nothing too daunting. Matt Vitae had not yet made an appearance; apparently he'd been tied up with something last night, but Lindsey had assured her he was just as enthusiastic to see her.
Out of the corner of her Indy saw her mobile light up on the bedside table. She reached across and found a text from Simon.
Morning. Guessing you're awake. I'm dragging your brother out of bed. Knock at half past and we'll go down. Text if you need anything. X
Indy smiled; when Simon said dragging, he meant it. Her brother was not a morning person. Gently shifting Gus, she got up and got ready, showering and dressing and wondering how they day was going to work out. When the hands on the clock showed half past, she stepped into the corridor. Lindsey's door was open and he was inside but so was someone she didn't know.
It was a woman a tall and very sophisticated looking woman with sharply cut black hair and olive skin. She was flicking through a wad of papers, as though checking something. It was clear from the expression on Lindsey's face that he wasn't paying them much attention; his eyes were on her, and he was smiling a smile that Indy hadn't seen before. Though nothing untoward was going on, somehow Indy got the feeling she was spying. She slipped back into her room.
After about ten minutes her phone flashed again. It was a barely readable message from Lindsey telling her he was waiting (her brother still hadn't quite got to grips with predictive text some of the things he sent might have been written in a foreign language for the sense they made). Guessing that the woman had probably gone, Indy went next door. Lindsey was sitting on the bed lacing up his shoes, with a grouchy Simon standing nearby.
"Morning!" Lindsey signed. "Sleep well? Shall we breakfast, and then I shall show you the costume department? I thought we could gallivant around la belle Paris this afternoon, if that suits."
Indy nodded. As they headed to breakfast someone else joined them and began chatting to Lindsey. Indy tugged Simon's sleeve and they fell back a little.
"Who was the woman in Lindy's room this morning?"
"You saw?" Simon's expression blackened. "That was Miss Bossy Boots tour manager Ellie Thornton, giving Lin a grilling about a legal document he drafted yesterday. Like she knows better! She's evil."
"Oh. Couldn't that have waited?"
It seemed odd to bother Lindsey at this hour on a business matter. Ellie Thornton must be a brash kind of person if she felt she could walk into people's bedrooms anytime she wanted. What if Lindsey had still been in bed would she have bothered him then? From the authoritative way Ellie had been standing, Indy got the impression she probably would have.
As though reading her mind, Simon said, "She wanted to get him early when he wasn't quite awake and couldn't argue properly with her. Like I said, evil. I can't stick her! Luckily she's far too busy to bother with the likes of me and you."
Simon wasn't usually quite so emphatic in his dislike of people. Ellie Thornton really must have done something to rub him up the wrong way Indy could feel him seething beside her. She decided she would take Simon's advice and keep out of Ellie's way; there was no reason why the tour manager should bother with her, anyway.
"Simon," she said as they entered the breakfast room. "On the train you said you managed to annoy some of the tour people. What happened?"
"Don't want to talk about it. Doesn't reflect well on me."
"I'm not going to think of you any different."
"It's embarrassing, Indy I was behaving like a prick. Oh, no!" Simon smacked his forehead. "Ignore that word, okay? Lin'll go spare if you pick up any bad language from me."
"I's okay," Indy thought about a way to make Simon feel better and came out with, "It just shows how good you've got at signing that you don't need to think twice about what you say."
"Ah, you're sweet," Simon gave her shoulders a squeeze. "My bad, though."
There was a pause as Indy and Simon drew out chairs and sat down. There was a teapot already laid out filled with English Breakfast Tea. Simon poured them two cups, leaving the remainder for Lindsey, who was still engrossed in conversation a few feet away. This was typical him, letting business and other people's needs get in the way of simple necessities like eating. Indy knew for a fact that Simon often had to insist on Lindsey going to bed else he'd be up working each night. If Lindsey didn't join them in a few moments Indy supposed they'd have to go and drag him over. She took a sip of her tea.
"Please tell me, Simon. About what you said. Maybe it'll make you feel better."
Simon ran a hand through his hair, looking uncomfortable. Indy waited. She knew he found it hard to hold out when she asked something and sure enough, Simon said, "It was the outfit and the hairpiece they were planning for me. I said it would make me look gay. I never meant it like that, but it pissed a few people off. It was such a thick word to use. Don't know why I said it. I'm not, y'know, homophobic or anything. Somehow I always manage to say the wrong thing. I'm not like Lin." Simon paused, clearing his throat. "It's all cleared up now, though. No grudges. Just not the best start is all. Like I said, don't worry about me. It's cool with the security crew. Somehow things for me go better when there's stuff to do and not just talking."
Indy looked at Simon sympathetically as he gulped down tea. When Simon felt uncertain or threatened, he tended to retreat into a grumpy, macho facade and say things he didn't mean. It was an ongoing problem, one she knew he struggled with. She was glad he'd found somewhere he belonged here.
Simon started to say more, but was overcome by a massive yawn. Amused, Indy said, "Were you up for hours having guitar lessons again?"
To her surprise, Simon coloured and laughed. "Ah, nothing like that." He paused, then smiled. Simon's smile was a rare thing and it completely transformed him. "If you must know, I was making crepes in the middle of the night. And you know what? It was brilliant."
And despite Indy's questions, he refused to say anymore.