"I don't know what that is," a television show? Alfred stares at his feet glumly. He hopes they're close to a resort. Maybe he'll get an actual holiday after all of this bullshit. "Probably."

"That works," he says after a moment. "I can make a fire, but that's about it. One of the others can identify plants," Alfred trails off, shaking his head. Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around his knees and stares into the flame. "I suppose if nothing else we can put 'survived a desert island' on our CVs."