[Ford isn't exactly pleased with being herded into the Mistress's castle. He's a lot more interested in documenting all the quirks of his new form than he's interested in fixing it, so he doesn't see much reason for him to be here. That is, until he realizes that once she's done interrogating them he's free to snoop around. Not encouraged to, no, but if he happens to walk down the wrong hall on the way out and wander deeper into the place instead... well. He's been to jail in several different realities; if he gets in trouble for this he's confident he can handle it.
Not that he's finding much, because most of the doors he tries tend to open onto scenes of baffling but wholly benign debauchery. Even the rooms that don't contain any writhing bodies don't tell him anything he doesn't already know about this place. In fact he's done more hiding from guards than he has actual investigation -- he spots another pair of them coming down the hall and hastily opens the nearest door, herding his longer-than-usual body into the room without actually checking what else might be in it. That'll go fine, definitely.]
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Not that he's finding much, because most of the doors he tries tend to open onto scenes of baffling but wholly benign debauchery. Even the rooms that don't contain any writhing bodies don't tell him anything he doesn't already know about this place. In fact he's done more hiding from guards than he has actual investigation -- he spots another pair of them coming down the hall and hastily opens the nearest door, herding his longer-than-usual body into the room without actually checking what else might be in it. That'll go fine, definitely.]