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The claustrophobia's setting in pretty badly about now, but you can't get tea outside, and dammit, he needs some. Thus, Wells is in the Bar proper- looking rather as if he'd quite like to chew off a leg (his own or someone else's, doesn't matter which) and flee, maybe, but he's in the Bar.

This had better be damn good tea.