"We're not talking anymore about any body parts he might have," even here she can't fucking escape it.

But Ava seems to give up the fight, and it's good for once.

"I'm sure there'll be soap. Gross old timey people soap made with like. Ash and fat. But still soap."

Darcy begins to drag Ava in the direction of the tavern, quietly hoping that they won't run into anyone either of them know.