[ Jon certainly does that, and once it's done, he makes his way over to the small kitchen to continue his preparations for tea.

Ford might notice two very important things: the first is that there do not appear to be any photographs in the small flat. None. The other is that there is a paperback book on the kitchen table near where he's standing that has had the eyes cut out of the picture on the cover.

Jon gestured to it with his chin.]

I'm not sure if he works anything like what I'm used to, but my predecessor appears to have used this method to hide her activities from certain entities and I followed suit when it seemed... prudent.

Thankfully, it appears to be in place for this 'version' of my home.

[ The kettle is close but not yet boiling which is why he takes the time to walk over and pull something off the table, a small ash tray that has clearly been used not long ago. Then he looks to Stan.]

Please, take a seat.

[ He replaces the ashtray with a small plate of store-bought biscuits.]