[They haven't figured out how to deal with the Professor yet. (Has Steven made Doctor Who jokes? Yes. Yes he has. I'm not sorry.) He's sharp and acerbic and stern, but Steven's seen him in the aftermath, and he's convinced there's a heart. Just, you know, buried.

'In a hole six feet deep. Careful.'

Steven doesn't reply to Marc's peanut gallery. He himself fiddles with a couple of the coins, shoulders hunched, fingers nervous. Though at the Professor's comment, he gives a little giddy laugh.]

Is it bad I hope so? Love animals, would make this place a bit brighter. Might be nice if I got Gus out of this pile of rubbish. He's my fish- well, was my fish, sort of, he's not with us anymore, but I've got more fish now, and they might not be Gus, but they're--

['Steven, buddy, c'mon.']

--not the point, yeah. [He steps a little closer, a hesitant step or two, and then gains the confidence to come up by the other man and give the vending machine a quick inspection. Leaning in, peering, looking around it, giving it a rap with his knuckles.] I'd be worried if there were any, though. Not much space, eh? And someone would have to make sure they're fed. Don't see any slot for a key...