[He grabs the bucket, sets it on the floor and starts mopping up the soap suds. He has to wonder what massive volume of detergent it would take to get them that far down the hall, and can tell that clean-up is probably going to take a while, but he's too much of a good person to let her risk tripping and hurting herself.]
So I take it there aren't any washing machines back in your world?
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So I take it there aren't any washing machines back in your world?